Nick looked at her through half-closed lids. "You know what I want," he said softly, a smile shaping his lips.
They lay side by side on the bed, naked beneath the covers.
Vina slid her eyes away from her husband's gaze and his smile, and closed them, trying to escape him; but she couldn't get him out of her head -- his fingers brushed the underside of her breast under the covers and she felt her nipple being pinched between two fingers.
"Well?" he inquired, when she was quiet a little too long.
"I don't know..." It came out uncertain. She didn't want to tell him no, but she didn't know if she could give him what he wanted either. For him to ask for it as a Valentine's Day gift? That was what she was having the most trouble with.
She knew it was his fantasy. He had talked to her often about it, but now, when it seemed concrete - when it seemed like it could happen
now
, today - she felt like backing out, running off and never returning. But she couldn't do that. She loved him.
"You don't want to?" he probed. His fingers played with her nipple, coaxing it into an erect throbbing point with an easy familiarity.
"It's not that I don't want to... I just... I don't know." She stopped, swallowed. "I'm just not totally comfortable with it, Nick."
"But I'll be there with you. All the time, all along." He cupped her naked breast and started massaging it. "I just want to see someone else pleasuring you...."
"But you satisfy me," she cut in.
"Yes, I know. We enjoy the sex we have, a lot; now I want you to experience more. I can't believe I'm the only man you will ever sleep with in your whole life. I want you to have different men, different sensations. I want you to experience all there is." He was kneading her breast, the pressure increasing as he went on trying to convince her. "You know all this, Vina. I've told you so many times. I want so much for you, for us. I want to see you with another man. I want to see him pleasuring you." He squeezed her breast harder as he got caught up in his fantasy. "I want to see him kissing your lips, sucking your nipples, touching you everywhere. His hands on your breasts, on your thighs, his fingers deep inside you. I want to see you reach ecstasy with him. I want to see his cock in you. I want to see him thrust..."
"Nick!" Vina caught his wrist to still his hand. "Ease off a bit? It's getting rough."
He was immediately contrite. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. Where did I hurt you? Here?" Pushing the covers off her breast, he dipped his head to take the nipple in his mouth. He swirled it around his mouth for a moment, laving his tongue over it again and again, suckling on it the way he knew she loved.
Vina looked down at the dark head against her breast, running her fingers through his hair idly. Would it really disturb her so much if she gave him what he wanted? She knew he loved her, because he never missed any opportunity to tell her that; and she loved him, she knew that. He did so much for her. And they were connected in more ways than she could count; being with someone else would not change that. Nothing could ever change that. Still... she would never want to share her man. Then why did he feel the need to... to do this?
Nick lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "Better now?" He smiled that lazy smile of his.
She smiled back. "Yes, it is."
"Then can I play with 'my' breasts some more?" he looked down at her generous breasts. "These are mine. My babies." He pushed them together and buried his face into the soft mounds.
His early morning stubble prickled her sensitive skin, but she didn't mind. Their lovemaking was never easy on the body. She always ached afterwards, throughout the day, carrying the little pains as reminders of her passionate husband's love. There was a kind of pride that went with it, having little reminders of their lovemaking with her wherever she went. It was a cosy kind of togetherness she had with him, even when he was not with her.
She felt herself getting wet as Nick's ministrations registered in her mind. His tongue rasped against her nipples, grazing the erect nubs again and again, making tingles run down from her nipples to somewhere low in her belly. She gasped and spread her legs wider, subtly signalling to Nick that she wanted his hand down there.
When he failed to do what she wanted, she tried to grab his wrist and pull it down, but he stopped her and raised his head.
"Wait. What have you decided?" he asked her, looking deep into her lust-crazed eyes.
Vina didn't answer immediately. She couldn't. Her breath came in short gasps, making her chest rise and fall sharply with each gulp of air she took.
"Because if we're doing this," he continued, "then maybe we should hold off for now."
She looked at him and nodded slowly, reluctantly, letting him know that she would do it. For him, she reminded herself. "But Nick, who? At this short notice, can we find someone who will agree to this kind of a thing?" She made a last ditch attempt to get him off the idea.
He rolled off her with a smug smile. "I already have someone who's ready to do it," he pronounced.
"Who?"
He turned to look into her eyes. "Gary," he pronounced after a dramatic pause.
Vina carefully froze her face into an expressionless mask. She wouldn't show any reaction. "Gary?" she repeated, keeping her voice neutral. Surely he couldn't mean...!
"Yes." He smiled a feral smile. "Gary."
"But... you mean...
our
Gary? I mean, the Gary we know?"
"Of course. Who else would I mean?"
"But..." Vina's mind was boiling with too many thoughts at once and refusing to function. Gary?! It couldn't be! Not the Gary who was her husband's friend, a man who came to her house for dinners and parties, who she treated almost like a younger brother! She could never think of Gary in
that
way. How could she and Gary...? How did Gary agree to such a thing?! It was just unthinkable. "He agreed?" she asked her husband, who was watching and waiting for her reaction.
"Yes, he did. Who wouldn't?" Nick gaze travelled over her exposed breasts. "Actually, he has a thing for you, you know?"