There was a chill in the air as we got into the car, but the sun was already burning off the early morning dew, and the low lying mist seemed to give the impression that even the clouds were still sleeping in the fields.
'It's going to be a hot day,' I said.
'In more ways than one,' he laughed, setting a whole host of butterflies into flight in my stomach.
I tried to swallow the lump that had appeared in my throat and searched through my bag for a strip of gum. I needed to occupy my mind on the mundane instead of what we were about to do. I found one solitary piece caught between the pages of my diary and tore it in half, pressing the largest half into his mouth as we traveled in comfortable silence.
I was glad of the silence. I didn't trust myself to speak right now -- worried that if he asked me whether I wanted to back out I might just have said yes, but neither of us spoke and I could only wonder if he was as nervous as I was.
I glanced at his profile as he drove. He didn't look nervous. His mouth was curved into a half smile as he moved the wheel with one thumb and forefinger. His other hand crept across the gap between us and rested on my thigh, squeezing it affectionately; slipping his hand beneath my skirt so that his finger tips brushed against the sensitive flesh at the base of my belly. My skin fluttered beneath his soft touch and I caught my breath, trying to sift the excitement out of the fear that still churned in my belly.
I thought I was ready for this, but suddenly, the idea of sharing him with her was filling my head with jealous, negative thoughts. Sometimes I felt as if he'd coerced me into this whole threesome thing -- working on me when I was at my most vulnerable -- chipping away at my reluctance as his lips touched mine and whispering against my ear as his hard cock nudged against my entrance -- times when I would have agreed to anything to feel him inside me -- times when the lines between fantasy and reality were blurred by passion and lust.
'You'll love it,' he said, as if he had read my thoughts.
I smiled back. I never could resist his smile. Even after ten years of marriage it still had the power to make my heart flutter each time he directed it solely at me. I didn't know how I would feel if the warmth of that smile were to be bestowed upon another pretty face. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and looked out of the window, playing out an imaginary scene in my head, trying to get my mind-set right, reassuring myself that I wanted this as much as he did. I imagined I was leading her by the hand to my husband's bed; presenting her like a birthday gift I'd picked out especially for him and I would watch as he unwrapped her and smile as he tasted her for the first time.
I hadn't told him, but the thought of becoming a member of his harem actually excited me, and in total conflict to my growing jealousy, I secretly longed to have to compete for his affections and take my turn on his cock. It stirred a strange dormant lust buried deep in my psyche. But even so, I still had no wish to be replaced in his affections. I still wanted it to be me who he called his special girl, and me who he reached out for to cuddle in the early hours of the morning, and I couldn't help but feel that she would come between us.
The sun was higher in the sky now, its warmth radiating through the windscreen and warmed my goose-fleshed skin.
He looked at me. 'What're you thinking?' A gentle smile curved his lips.
'I was just wondering how your cock would react to her lips.'
'That just got me hard,' he growled and my belly fluttered.
I reached out and grabbed his cock, reassured by the hard lump that filled my hand through the material of his shorts.
'And I was wondering what I would see in your eyes as I ran my tongue over her dark, fat nipples.' I said it for him. I knew it was what he wanted to hear.
'Are you kidding? You know I'd love that.' I could sense the excited anticipation in his voice and I knew I couldn't pull out now. I couldn't be the one to disappoint him.
I turned my face away and looked out of the window, afraid that he would see the doubt in my eyes, and we traveled in silence again. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other covering mine as it rested on his thigh, his thumb gently, rhythmically stroking the back of my hand. It was an absent minded gesture -- one I couldn't see him sharing with the two of us.
***
'Do you want to stop for coffee?' His voice brought me out of my thoughts.
I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was 11:30. We'd be there in less than an hour. My stomach lurched. I felt dizzy and for a moment I couldn't focus. This was silly. This was supposed to be fun -- not terrifying.
'Ok.'
We'd planned to meet for lunch in the same little beach side restaurant I'd met her in last week. I wondered if Kate was there yet, and what she was wearing, and how she had done her beautiful, long black hair. I knew that he would like to see it falling loose over her slender shoulders, her nipples peeping seductively through the dark, silken veil. I hoped she would have it tied back in a ponytail. Even though Mark had found her on an internet site and seen pictures of her, he'd never actually met her in person and I didn't want her to make too striking a first impression on him.
At thirty seven she was five years older than me. Her olive complexion and dark hair contrasted with my fair skin and blonde hair in a way that made me think how good we would look to him -- lying together amidst a crumpled white sheet -- our limbs entwined, our breasts squashed together, and our thighs shimmering with his issue as he stood over us holding his spent cock in his fist -- the triumphant master of his own harem.
It had been me who had driven down to meet her, and I knew how beautiful she was in real life. I was scared that he would think so too. We had ordered lunch and sat at a table on the sea front, listening to the gently lapping waves and enjoying the warmth of the Spring sun on our faces. At first the conversation had been a little stilted but then she reached across the table and touched the tips of her fingers against mine. A pulse of sexually charged electricity traveled straight to my pussy. It wasn't that I was attracted to her, just that I knew what Mark had planned for us. You didn't have to be bisexual to take part in this kind of thing. It was the thought of exciting Mark that turned me on -- to be able to watch his cock harden as Kate and I explored each others bodies.
'How will it feel for you to see my fingers wrapped around his cock?' she asked.
I couldn't answer. My heart had begun to pound in my throat. When these kind of thoughts were only in my head it was easy to control my feelings. If it scared me, all I had to do was think about something else, but when they slipped from her lips it made it difficult to avoid the reality of what we were about to embark upon and the doubts and fears that I had came flooding back.
'Or my lips -- do you think you could handle seeing my lips wrapped around his cock -- and him enjoying me instead of you?'
I didn't know what to say. I wished that he was here to hold my hand and reassure me.
'I'm ok with it,' I lied, trying to sound grown up and cool.
Kate seemed to sense my reluctance and backed off a little, turning her attention to me instead of Mark.
'Maybe if we get to know each other a little better it will make it easier for both of us.' She reached out and ran her fingers across the small of my back, stroking the flesh that was exposed above the waistband of my jeans and sending an unexpected frisson of pleasure straight to my crotch. I gasped and she moved in closer, her lips brushing against mine in a whisper of a kiss. I looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching. It wasn't right -- not without him being here. I needed him to be watching our first tentative explorations. I wanted him to hear our impassioned mews as our fingers searched out each others throbbing clits, and for him to have his cock in his hand as our limbs entwined, but I said nothing and was grateful when our lunch arrived.
