Happy Birthday Nigel

Maria was preparing for Nigel's birthday. It was his 45th and she wanted it to be memorable, which in her new state of mind meant that she had transferred $2,000 to Beverly via Venmo for "professional services."

That was also the nomenclature she used when she paid her fitness instructors, beauticians, masseuses, wax technicians, dieticians, doctors, and the rest of the army of people who was attending to her wellbeing.

Beverly was the latest installment on her roster and she had hinted that more was to come if she played her role well that evening. Maria was nothing if not loyal to the people who worked for her: Claire, Roger, Rosa, Lucia, Anastasia, Vera, Michael, Tristan, Ivan, Dr. Rosenthal, Dr. Vogel. The list of assistants, housekeepers, drivers, physicians, and surgeons went on.

Her mind went back to the pandemic year and her WhatsApp chats with Nigel during the months they had been separated. "Do you want to WhatsApp" had become a signal to get naughty, especially at night. She was working late in Milan to be on U.S. hours and when she was lying in her bed at 1 a.m. trying to fall asleep she would message him. He was usually having dinner at home when they started sexting.

Sometimes they pretended they were in an online chat room for people seeking casual hookups. Other times they would describe various scenarios to each other that became quite elaborate.

She thought about how he would be masturbating, sitting alone at the end of the dining table in their living room, sipping red wine. She had bought three different sex toys that spring from the European Amazon, including the lifelike fleshy dildo Nigel had found when he had been rummaging through her things the other day.

She scrolled through their correspondence at the time, their special chat was called 'When Working Late at Night.'

A favorite theme in their exchange had been a threesome with a second woman, which seemed almost innocent now after everything that had happened over the past month. But Maria had kept coming back to this particular type of fantasy, even now when they had so obviously pushed their erotic boundaries way beyond the plain vanilla ménage a trois.

She was looking the history of their Covid chat. One exchange went like this:

N: A guest is joining us at home for dinner tonight 1:32 AM

M: Oh yes, sounds lovely 1:33 AM

N: It's my secretary 1:33 AM

M: I remember her. Big boobs, no doubt why you hired her 1:34 AM

N: Yes, I'm going to give her some overtime work 1:34 AM

M: Please do, I also need some help with a few private assignments 1:34 AM

N: Maybe she can help us both at the same time. She's very eager to learn and help 1:35 AM

M: I'm picturing this blonde bimbo in a tight dress and a woman's suit jacket and high heels 1:35

N: Exactly. The kind you would want to join in a threesome. Maybe you will surprise us when you come home 1:36 AM

M: Yum 1:37 AM

N: I will have my dick between those boobs when you enter the apartment 1:37 AM

M: Oh boy just picturing you and her. So nasty and hot 1:38 AM

N: So good 1:38 AM

She was thinking about what label someone would put on them and their emerging experimentations. Swingers? Not really, it was more than that, at least in her mind. Polyamorous? Maybe. Consensual non-monogamy was a term that had come up quite a bit in the articles and blogs. It wasn't cheating, it was a flex.

She wasn't even sure what all these labels contained. She thought of her google searches over the past year as she had been exploring the idea of opening up their relationship. The lifestyle, that's what Marco had called it and she had liked that. Nothing too technical or weirdly subcultural.

Nigel was her love, her primary partner, her anchor. That much was certain to her. Her erotic needs were intertwined with his, they had to be. Or may this was all some sort of power struggle in their relationship over who be the conductor of : Who will be on top, who will direct the sex, and whose fantasy will win.

Her mind went back to the book she had bought about the woman who became a swinger in some dreary place in England. She remembered how Nigel had found it and had confronted her about it, not in an aggressive way but more like a curious inquiry before moving on. Another book she had read over the past few years and which he probably hadn't found in their library was about a woman who became a hotwife, having sex with strangers without her husband, or if he was participating them mostly passively watching her and her partners.

Was she becoming that? Had she turned Nigel into a cuckolder with horns and everything? No, he had had his own fun in Rio. Certainly he hadn't stormed out of the room with Dia and Marco in protest. "You owe me one" was what he had said when she had laid out her plans for his birthday. He was a man and knew what he wanted.

She was sure Nigel had also done some google searching since the weekend in Rio. What had he found, she wondered.

Perhaps they were just treading their own path in the garden of sexual practices, blending and mixing what they liked, taking in the new scenery. Did Nigel want it as much as she did? That part was still unclear to her. He was certainly going to want what she was planning for this Saturday night.

***

She had been exchanging WhatsApp messages with Beverly over the past few days to ensure everything would run according to plan.

One place where Nigel's refined Upper East Side taste did not come to expression was in the bedroom. There his civilized art advisor persona had to cede to his baser instincts, as he would say.

Maria had always thought that he was surprisingly kinky for a man with his pedigree, even from the beginning he had pronounced his affection, or more like fetish, for high heels. She had recalled how she had been wearing a pair of Steve Madden black patent point-toe stiletto pumps at that party at Brooklyn where they had met. They had six inch heels and later on he admitted it had turned him on quite a bit. He had continuously encouraged her slutty side when in bed.

She wondered if her working for a lingerie company had turned him on. He had never mentioned it, but he probably didn't mind it when she brought home the latest sample from their Noir collection, the more risqué models of their assortment.

The exchange with Beverly had taken on the seriousness of planning like it was one of her Dolce Vita ad photoshoots.

"It's my partner's birthday, so need this to be a special night for him."

"Ofc. Will make it very special."

"I imagine you are arrive at 9 p.m. He will know you're coming, so don't worry about any surprise element."

"Got it."

"The doorman will send you up."

"👍"

"And please note that he does have a very particular taste: do you have thigh high boots with long heels?"

Maria had a look in mind for Beverly, which she knew would tick all of Nigel's boxes.

"Yes I can wear my black ones. Heel is super long."

"Great. And matching mini skirt?"

"Sure!"

"What kind intimates of do you have?"

"I can do black fine-meshed fishnet tights, open in the crotch? And red micro G-string?"

"He will appreciate that. He is very particular as I said. Top?"

"how about a black leather cami crop top? I just bought one on Shein, very 🔥"

"Meh, you have a satin shirt? Tight fitting. Red bra to go with the panties."

"Check on bra and I have a silver. Nice cleavage too 🍒"

Maria was leaving nothing to chance. She was dressing Beverly like a doll for Nigel.

"And oh, I won't be there myself, but Maxine, our French maid, will be."

"OK, cool. Will Maxine be joining your husband in any kind of adult play?"

"If she does let me know and I will pay you extra for couples services."

Nigel and Maria had agreed that she would act as the maid of the house when Beverly visited them. That had been part of the elaborate fantasy play they had been constructing during the lockdown. Maria wanted to be able to watch the delirious spectacle up close yet not participate until called upon by Nigel. She would serve drinks and make sure the mistress from the escort bureau was comfortable in their home and taking care of her husband in accordance with his and her fantasies.

Maria wondered if Beverly was buying it. She probably didn't care and thought it was part of some kind of kinky Park Avenue husband-wife role play. Most likely she had seen worse.

***

She arrived at 9 p.m. as agreed. The doorman called up: ``Beverly is here.'' Maria was ready as the maid of the night. ``Thanks Jose, send her up."

There she was in their red painted foyer with the dimmed lighting which suddenly felt like the entryway to a high-end maison close with its tasteful art and expensive furniture.

An attractive 30-something blonde woman filled the room with her teasing perfumed scent.

Her presence felt weird and ful. They had gotten each other off on WhatsApp with variations of this fantasy about threesomes with a lady of pleasure, and now the moment had come to put the reveries into practice, a year later.

``Hi I'm Beverly,'' she said in an accentless way as she took in the apartment and her hosts.

``Beverly, it's an pleasure to meet you. I'm Nolan.''

Nigel and her had agreed to assume a minimum of anonymity by using fake names even if it felt slightly ridiculous as they were hosting her in their own home. But surely Beverly was also a nom de guerre for this woman of the night.

"Maxine, please make our guest comfortable." Maria noticed how Nigel had a nervously eager voice, not unlike a birthday boy full of anticipation for the gifts he was going to unwrap.

"Let me take your bag and your coat," Maria offered, playing the role of the dutiful French maid. Did Beverly see through their dorky little role play, understanding that Maxine was the woman she had been WhatsApping with this past week? Probably.

Beverly handed Maria a black leather tote bag. Then she took off her long double-breasted trench coat to reveal a pair of lusty thighs in black leather knee high boots and fishnet stockings, her heart shaped ass in a lycra micro mini skirt with an inviting shiny satin finish and a tight fitting silky white blouse that tried to contain her impressive breasts. Maria was pleased with the outfit she had picked, and she could see Nigel was too.

"Happy birthday, Nolan," Beverly said with a flirtatious smile.

It was a package worthy of the money they had agreed to pay Beverly after surfing through all the profiles online to find the perfect fit for their racy dream. She had long straight blonde hair, an attractive mature face with a foxy makeup that signaled a sensual professionalism, a well-done spray tan that went with the red painted lips and her overall outfit.

"Oh thank you very much, please do come in," Nigel said after he had recovered from the sight, signaling for Beverly to enter the first living room after the foyer. It was furnished with two three-person white custom-made Italian sofas facing each other and separated by a low coffee table full of his art books. He motioned for Beverly to sit down

"Maxine, champagne please," he commanded as he sat down next to the guest.

Maria served the couple on the sofa with canapés and champagne as they were letting the initial awkward tension evaporate with small talk and alcohol. Nigel was in one of his beloved Italian white shirts, this one with French cuffs. He was wearing a new pair black of suit pants made for him at the Brioni store on Madison, and Tom Ford loafers. He had gotten a birthday haircut and looked rejuvenated.

She had picked her maid's uniform with Nigel's bedroom taste in mind. It was in the traditional black and white required for staff in a good Park Avenue home, but the color scheme was also where the overlap ended. Maxine's outfit consisted of white knee-high boots on 7 inch heels, a black faux leather mini skirt, tiny white satin panties, a black corset and white leather gloves to the elbows. Her dark brown and her makeup was heavy with dark and black colors. She felt like a Parisian courtisane preparing to serve her master for an orgiastic séance in this house of splendor.

When she poured the champagne she would bend over so Nigel and Beverly could see how the panties were barely containing the outer lips of her pussy as her prominent pubic mound pressed against the shiny soft fabric. She loved the sensation of being half naked and stared at.

Maria retreated from her maid duties to stand at attention in her uniform in the doorway between the two living rooms, observing and overhearing the conversation on the sofa as she stood there with her silver serving tray.

Beverly's legs were crossed, exposing a fishnet clad thigh and with one high-heeled black boot provocatively sticking out in the air like a fetish object to be admired and desired before being touched. Maria knew this was driving Nigel crazy.

``Do you do this often?'' he sheepishly asked as if he couldn't think of anything else to say to Beverly.

``A few times a month, mostly couples or if a guy needs an partner for a party, and almost only if there's chemistry,'' Beverly said matter-of-factly. "My day job is being a digital content creator." She smiled.

"Oh yes, I did enjoy your Instagram profile." Nigel said with enthusiasm.

Maria was thinking of the provocative shots of Beverly in various poses they had stumbled upon as they were getting each other aroused one night going through the naughtier sections of the photo app.

"I think that's how we found you," he continued.

"Awesome, and don't be shy about also checking out my Only Fans page, I'm really proud of my work there."

"Would love to see it," Nigel muttered.

"I'll give you a discount code." Beverly winked at him. "By the way, your wife was lovely to interact with. Very thoughtful in terms of the planning for your big day."

"Ah yes, I am a lucky man."

``You really are Nolan. In fact I rarely do single men like this but you are my exception, birthday boy,'' she said and looked at Nigel with a dirty expression on her face.

"Couples are fun, they know what they want and I get to enjoy it more, it's like I'm a partner in making something that's already working well even hotter. For couples to bring in a third person into their sex life they have to pretty comfortable with each other in the first place.''

``Right,'' Nigel replied, sipping the champagne.

In this moment it did seem as if her and Nigel were on the same page when it came to their erotic ambitions and how to go about fulfilling them even if she had ventured out in front and maybe gotten ahead of him in terms of acting on them. They wanted love, romance and emotional support from each other, but they also wanted their wilder desires. Clearly Nigel didn't seem to mind how his birthday was unfolding so far.

``I mean I've done a few orgies on in the city and such places.'' Beverly was keeping the conversation going and she had Nigel's attention again. ``Rich people like you guys are kinky. Maybe they have more time and energy to put into their love lives. I don't know.'' She laughed.

As Maria was serving the champagne and listening to their small talk, she could see how Nigel's cock was pressing against the navy blue fabric of his slim fit suit pants. She knew exactly how aroused he was getting by being surrounded by the two tantalizing ladies in their risqué costumes.

She knew how much he delighted in the expensive perfume, the slutty makeup, the long heels, the fishnet stockings, the tight fitting dresses, the voluptuous cleavages, and the erotic electricity that permeated the room. And she knew that his hardon was eager to be let out of its enclosure and given its birthday treat.

"How long have you lived here?" Maria heard Beverly asking Nigel. "It's a beautiful place. I grew up in Long Island, so we would come to Manhattan all the time, but never any place as fancy as this."

Maria thought about her own upbringing on the island. Maybe not too different from Beverly's. Modest, but honest and with a respect for hard work. Here Beverly was hustling for her dollars on her version of Park Avenue, making good money just like Maria was every day just 40 blocks further south. Different and yet similar, two women fighting their way up from the bungalows on Long Island with varying degrees of skill and luck.

She suddenly felt a tenderness for this woman who she had never met before. Their likely similar upbringings, the dumb jocks they had both dated during high school, how they had been eager to get away, but only she had succeeded while Beverly still had to take the train to Grand Central Stations to see her clients at night in the city.

And here they were getting ready to pleasure the rich white boy who was so oblivious to any kind of monetary or social struggle with all his dough money. It was messed up and yet also strangely empowering. She had made it, she was at the top, ready to climb even further, to become CEO, and now also ready to fulfill her own romantic and sexual destiny. Her maid's uniform was just play, but Beverly's hooker outfit was work.

She was bringing a lot to the moment, she laughed to herself as she heard Nigel talk favorably about Long Island and the food scene in Montauk in particular. Oh Nigel you ignorant gringo boy. He was endearing to her, he comforted her, and right now also he also very much turned her on.

***

On the second round of pouring champagne, Maria felt how her satin panties had folded slightly into her cleft of Venus so the external contours of her newly waxed jewel were clearly visible to Nigel and this lady of the night who was his temporary companion.

She could see Nigel was enjoying having his wife's beautiful ass showed in his face every so often during the servings while conversing with Beverly, whose D-cup breasts looked as if they were ready to pop out of the tight blouse top anytime. She seemed to be enjoying herself, at least she was engaging in the conversation with Nigel and laughing while also eyeing Maria's naughty waitressing. And Nigel certainly didn't try to hide his hardness. Maria could see he hadn't put on underwear so his cock was rubbing directly against the fabric of his black suit pants. She was getting very wet.

On the third round moisture from her pussy was penetrating the panties to create a darker area of wetness against the light satin fabric.

Nigel seemed to be getting ready to change the delicate rhythm of the evening.

"Maxine, please stand by the door with the champagne ready should we want more," he commanded. "Miss Beverly, please do come closer." Maria smiled to herself over Nigel keeping us his posh boy manners amid all the naughtiness.

Beverly began with skill to rub Nigel's full hardon through the cloth of his pants. Her hands with their long French manicured red were slowly caressing the aroused rod. He unbuttoned his white shirt to reveal his chest and stomach. Beverly let her hand slide up to caress his torso, leaning forward to lick his nipples. Maria could hear his breath getting heavier and she felt her own juices running.

Beverly proceeded to unzip him and pulled the swollen uncut cock out of its confined space, using care to get the balls rescued as well so the whole package was accessible. For a moment the white piece of meat was just standing there as the three of them took in the debauched scene: the satyric scent of sex, the spiky high heels, the raunchy outfits, the heavy breasts, the slutty makeup, the suggestive rhythmic music and the erotic soft lighting.

Maria was content with just watching as Beverly briefly contemplated how to approach Nigel's attention-seeking cock. He beat her to it, taking control of it, pulling the foreskin back to reveal a bloated purplish cockhead as he started slowly to jerk himself off.