It was Saturday morning. Erica lay awake in bed. She heard activity downstairs. Robert had always been the early bird, even on his days off.
The past week had been great for Erica and she was loving every bit of it. Sex with Tre had put her walking on clouds, and it showed. Two of her female co-workers had even commented about it, saying that she had a glow about her and that she was looking much happier than usual. They smiled knowingly at her, as if they knew, but she didn't let on as to the real reasons of her change.
Tre was proving to be a very ardent and eager lover. He had brought Erica to higher levels of sexual pleasure and enjoyment, levels that she had previously not known existed. And for her part, she strove with an intensity to reciprocate those levels of sexual pleasure to Tre. She was delighted when he acknowledged sincerely how good she was in their trysts.
But this morning her mind was roiling with thoughts and feelings of guilt, uncertainty, and above all, confusion. She felt guilty from her increasing desire of Tre at the expense of being with her husband. She was uncertain about where this desire might lead to, or even where she wanted it to go. She loved Robert without a doubt, and with Tre it was only about the sex, although the passion and desire was strong and intense. What was troubling was that her passion and desire was mounting with Tre, while at the same time it was proportionately decreasing with Robert.
Then there was the confusion. It was Robert's acceptance, and even support, of her and Tre that brought it to this point. It even seemed like he was trying hard to get her and Tre closer together in their relationship. She didn't understand what led to her husband having such a fetish as this, or if there was a limit to it.
The question foremost in her mind was where would this all lead to, and how would it end. To top it all off, she was feeling the discomfort that was always associated with the imminent arrival of "that time of the month."
"Goddamit," she muttered to herself as she sat up in bed, pushed the blanket aside, and swung her legs off the side of the bed. She stood up and went into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, she went to the medicine cabinet to look for her Midol.
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Throughout the morning, Erica tried to be civil to Robert, but she was grumpy and annoyed at even the smallest of infractions that he did. Robert took it all with a grain of salt and just tried to maintain a little distance from her. He was no stranger to her cycles. She stayed on her phone mostly, so Robert was glad he didn't incur too much of her premenstrual wrath. He heard her talking to one of her sisters, but mostly she was on the phone with Tre.
She was lounging on the couch, wearing only a T-shirt and panties, which was her usual morning wardrobe on her days off. She was watching TV as she talked with Tre. Robert watched her from the kitchen. She seemed to be in a happy mood talking with Tre, with plenty of laughing and giggling going on. Occasionally she would glance back at Robert and her conversation would decrease to whispering, punctuated here and there with schoolgirl giggling.
He looked at her smooth, silky legs and could not help but think how incredibly sexy his wife was. Sex between them had lessened considerably recently, and she seemed to be growing more distant toward him, even as she was growing closer to Tre.
He did feel some jealousy over it, what normal guy wouldn't? But he only had himself to blame. The jealousy he felt was offset by the extreme arousal he got from her relationship with Tre, and how it obviously was growing into something beyond just friendship. Even now, as his beautiful and sexy wife talked on the phone with her lover, he was aroused. He had allowed things to get this far between them already, but how much further would he allow things to go before he felt that enough was enough? He didn't want things to get out of hand, but Erica really seemed to be enjoying herself. He had confidence in Erica, that she would differentiate between lust and love, and that she would know when to end her fun with Tre. And so in this way, Robert ceded to Erica the decision making for the course of actions of her affair with Tre.
"Robert, honey, do you need help with anything in there?", Erica called out.
"No, sweety, just relax and enjoy your day. I have everything covered."
"Ok, I love you."
"I love you, too, beautiful."
Erica resumed her phone conversation while Robert went about his routine around the house and yard. Later, around mid-afternoon, Robert was tinkering around in the garage, when Erica, adequately clothed by now, walked in.
"Hi honey. Whatcha doing?", she asked rather bubbly.
"Nothing, just doing a little bit of organizing."
"I see." She walked up behind him and began giving him a shoulder rub.
"Ahhh." Robert chuckled suddenly.
"What's so funny", she asked, smiling.
"I know what you are doing. You want something."
"I don't want anything that I don't already have in you," she replied sweetly.
"Uh-huh, sure."
"I was just thinking. Why don't the three of us go out to eat tonight, instead of staying here and cooking. Just for something different. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
"Great! Well, I'm off to get ready then. I will go pick up Tre and bring him here, then we will all leave together from here, ok?" She kissed him on the cheek and then trotted off to go get ready.
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They had chosen a nice, casual restaurant near their home. The hostess seated them in a booth, and they all ordered their drinks. After their waiter left with their orders, they comfortably settled down into easy and friendly conversation.
Tre sat across from the married couple. He liked Robert and had gotten along quite well with him. He surely thought him a lucky guy to have a wife like Erica.
Erica, he thought. Now what a woman she was. He did feel a little badly that he was getting along so well with Robert, while he was regularly screwing his wife. But Erica was one hot little white girl, who really knew how to please him, and he didn't intend on ending this anytime soon.
"Poor Robert", he thought. "He has no clue. He can't even see how she is subtly flirting with me even right now, in front of his very eyes."
