FRIDAY NIGHT
1
It wasn't until early Sunday morning, that Michelle had appreciated her husband's promise to make sure that everyone loved her, was more real than she imagined.
A beautiful woman in her early-thirties, dark hair and oceanic eyes, Michelle always felt an emptiness that she couldn't quite fill. Logan, her husband, always tried his best to fulfill her every desire, but sensed that there was something missing. Inadequacy had never been an issue, but he always wanted more for his queen.
Logan made sure to always show Michelle how she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but as most marriages go, after a few years, the words felt placating.
She was beautiful, strong and delicate. The kind of woman that looked as radiant as a summer morning, and a sultry little minx that he loved to display at restaurants and bars, demanding that she wore low cut blouses and jeans that would ride up in back. And front.
Every now and again, if he caught someone staring at her clothed, but defined slit, he would slowly place his hand over and brush his finger where the denim pulled in.
A few nights ago, Logan had invited his closest friends to spend the weekend. It had been nearly a year since they had a full weekend, and a three-hour get together at a bar was out of the question.
And Michelle and Logan's estate was more than accommodating, with six spare bedrooms and a guest house overlooking the lake, in case anyone needed more space or wanted to continue their camaraderie in private, nowhere else in the world would have substituted. And the surrounding upstate forest brought a peace and silence worthy of a resort vacation.
Nicholas, Logan's best friend and his wife, Olivia, jumped at the invitation, as did their four other friends.
Though few and far between reunions, butterflies would always flutter in Michelle's belly when she would watch Logan doubled over in laughter with his friends, childish and childlike, with the same smile that made her fall in love with him all those years ago. And every time she watched him, Michelle would smile to herself that she would do anything for him.
Anything.
And this weekend, she proved it.
2
Friday night began quiet and relaxed. The sun set late in the crisp Spring evening, and nature's orchestral serenade welcomed the moon in a symphony of delight.
Logan arrived later than hoped from work, and paused for a moment at the front door before entering, and marveled at the twilight sky and gentle breeze.
"Hey, Logan! Glad you finally made it," Nicholas called out. "Hope you don't mind I parked right on Michelle's ass."
Logan drew back and smiled.
"It's a tight one, you know. Enjoy it while you can," Logan said.
"Always! I know your truck's bigger than mine, but I know you; you'll still find a way to slip it in."
Michelle bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together when Nicholas finished. She looked to Olivia sitting at the kitchen island, inhaling through what seemed like a silent kiss.
Shortly after, Logan's other friends had arrived. It wasn't long before the eight of them retired to the great room and started up the drinking and the shenanigans.
Just as always, they laughed and joked and laughed some more. Michelle did feel special that night as the only other woman in the house. "Michelle, can I get you this, Michelle, can I get you that," was the norm between what she felt was the obligatory compliments on her looks. Even Olivia was very accommodating.
A few rounds of drinks later, and conversations eased. Nolan and Stephen, two of Logan's other friends, had already passed out on the oversized leather couch. By midnight, Robert and David decided to retreat to the guest house.
Michelle felt the four, five if she was counting, glasses of Cabernet catch up to her senses. Through her velvety miasma, she tried to discern if Nicholas' gaze drifted between her braless breasts to the sweet spot between her legs, or if his piercing green eyes were just swimming from the eight-or-so beers that might have taken its toll. A lady of few words, Olivia only eyed him up and down.
Michelle then nodded in agreement. It was hard to miss. The fullness that worked from between Nicholas' legs, curving under his inner thigh was enough to make any girl blush.
It wasn't long before Logan noticed the exchange. Michelle couldn't help but stare at her husband as he studied his best friend with a rather unfamiliar smile curling his lips. Then, out of habit or jostling, Logan slid his hand across Michelle's thigh and gently placed his middle finger in the fold. Michelle nestled back into the couch when she perceived a breath of delight from Nicholas as Logan's finger curled up and down. Her eyes drifted back and forth between her husband and the observers. They just smiled at each other in silence.
She lifted Logan's hand away and rose to her feet. Inadvertently stretching as she stood, her t-shirt rode up, and pulled the white cotton across her hardened nipples.
"I'm beat," Michelle said. "Think I'm heading up. You coming, sweetie?"
Logan's fix on Nicholas didn't waver when he answered, "Not yet."
She asked him not to take too long, knowing she would most likely pass out just as easily as their friends, and Michelle never missed a goodnight kiss. She hoped that this night would not be the exception.
"I'll just be a minute, angel," he said before taking her by the wrist and drawing her close. "I need to talk to Nick and Olivia for a moment. And you're wearing the blindfold when I get upstairs."
My breath drew short as he took my nipple between his fingers and tugged.
"Ten minutes, I'll be up. Can you just pour us each another Scotch before you go," he asked.
She turned one more time as she stepped into the kitchen. The hair on the back of her neck stood when she watched Logan lean forward and whisper to Nicholas and Olivia. Logan's eyes shifted to Michelle, he wagged his finger and slumped back into the couch. Michelle took one gulp from the bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue before pouring.
An over-eager, "Of course," was the only phrase she heard from Nicholas as she tiptoed back through the living room. His head snapped to her when the ice shifted in the glass.
"What're you boys talking about," Michelle asked.
Logan smiled and patted her ass.
"Nothing to worry about," he said as Nicholas rose from his seat.
"Do I at least get a goodnight hug," he asked, arms outstretched.
Nicholas was big. Slightly bigger than Logan, but not as chiseled. He had a mass that would intimidate most men, and a comfort that would invite most women.
His embrace was encompassing as Michelle felt a passionate tension across her lower back.
Was it intimate, she wondered. Maybe it was since they hadn't seen each other in so long. Maybe it was the drifting inhibitions from the night of drinking. Maybe it was something stirring in her that she didn't want to acknowledge.
Olivia stood and pulled Michelle in close. Michelle didn't flinch when Olivia held her by the back of her head, and kissed the corner of her lips.
"Goodnight, princess," Olivia purred.
Michelle drew back and silently made her way to the winding stairway and listened for the silent whispers as she ascended. Michelle heard nothing but the exhale of pleasure after sipping Scotch, and her own thundering heartbeat.
3
Stepping onto the marble landing atop the stairs, Michelle reassured herself how much she loved her husband, and how much he loved her. It's not every girl who marries the man of their dreams; devoted, honest and a gorgeous.
"You are my trifecta," Michelle told him on many occasions.
Then why was she feeling this insatiable desire around his best friend? Was there something in the wine?
Michelle waved it off and stepped into the shower, peeling off her clothes and letting them fall where they may as she walked in. Keeping the water cool to ease the swirl of wine and that good belt of Scotch in her head, she told herself that everything was normal. That her husband would come up and make love to her, roll over and sleep. That's it.
Michelle closed her eyes and envisioned Nicholas standing before her, open his jeans and confirm what she stared at a little too long for a glance. Fiery wetness shot to her lower lips.
"Stop it!" she snapped. She shut the water off and wrapped the towel around dripping body.
"Stop what," Logan asked, startling her as she reentered the bedroom. He had a look she couldn't discern.
"Stop what," he repeated. She didn't look him in the eye when she said she was fighting the wine. She halted him at arm's length when he stepped up to her for a kiss.
"You're hiding something," Michelle said. "But I know you'll—"
"Nicholas wants to fuck you," Logan said.
Michelle chuckled and shook her head. Logan wrapped his arm around her waist, and pressed his seam-threatening erection against her.
"Oh, yeah? And what about Olivia? What does she think?" she hummed.
"She wants you more than Nick."
Logan stifled her laughter with his gaze. He kissed her, deeply, and she felt her emotion, and wine, eradicate her balance.
"You also drank my Scotch," he said. She covered her lips and considered the dry toothbrush atop the sink. A sly smile curled the corner of his lips.
"Is that bad?" Michelle asked.
"Maybe," he answered. "Where's the blindfold?"
Her rueful gaze lost in his following commandment.
"Get it," he snapped before she could consider a rebuttal. Michelle obeyed and made her way back to the foot of the bed where Logan waited.
"Put it on," he said.
"But—"
"It wasn't a request."
Michelle resisted for a moment, knowing that Nolan, Stephen, Nicholas and Olivia might hear them. Hear her. Michelle had never exactly been the quiet type when she let go. Logan watched and waited until the satin blindfold covered her vision.
"Would you let him," he said.
"Let who, what?" she asked as Logan ensured the blindfold subdued her vision.
