Nine months ago Tom moved into the unit next door to ours and it was a quiet Sunday morning when he came across the landing we shared and introduced himself. He explained that he was an airline pilot who worked 4 days on, 3 days off and would only ever use his flat for those 3 days each week. He seemed like a lovely guy so my wife Kat invited him over for dinner that night, which he graciously excepted. As we had just had our first baby, Emma a little over a year ago we hadn't entertained much lately and this seemed like the right thing to do and a perfect opportunity. I also suspected that Kat was secretly quite excited to have such a handsome new neighbour and I had to admit I could understand why. Tom was a about 6'2" and 220lbs of lean black American muscle and he was handsome to boot. Foreigners being somewhat of a rarity in our part of Australia, no doubt this only added to his appeal.
That first night dinner went really well and Tom turned out to be a great guest and nice guy, over the next few weeks we found ourselves seeing more and more of our new American neighbour as he became a regular guest at our house when in town. Kat who is a lawyer in the city even started carpooling with him on the days he flew out. I knew Kat was becoming increasingly smitten by Tom's charm and I teased her about it regularly.
One Saturday when Tom was in town he was over for dinner and drinks and was telling us that his company were having a big Christmas party at a resort a few hours away but he had no one to take as a date and it would be a drag on his own. He was contemplating not going and letting the hotel suite they had given him go unused.
"Take Kat," I suggested, they were both initially surprised but I soon convinced them that it was a great idea, Kat hadn't been out since having Emma and she should let her hair down for a change.
Later that evening, as soon as Tom had left, Kat started quizzing me, "Why did you suggest that?" she demanded.
"Don't pretend your not excited about the idea," I replied.
"I should be, he's a stud, any girl would be happy to go on a date with him. But why are you so keen on the idea?" she enquired while staring me down.
I decided honesty would be the best policy so I just came out with it, "Because I get excited every time I see you flirt with him and the thought of you spending a weekend alone with him would drive me crazy!"
"Really, but don't you think it might be a little dangerous to send your wife away for a weekend with a big sexy black guy! What if something happened?" She asked while looking at me suspiciously like I hadn't thought the whole thing through.
"I'd be cool with it," I replied calmly.
"Really, you'd be cool with me having sex with Tom, our friend and neighbour?" she said emphasising the last few words, "The guy who comes over here all the time."
"Yep. I've thought about you two getting together ever since the first night he came over and I caught you staring at him and it turns me on, a lot."
"Have you thought I might not want too?"
"You don't have too, but you get the perfect chance this weekend if you do."
"Are you really serious, you would be ok with this? It would be a pretty big deal and could change our marriage in quite a big way."
"All I can say is that every time I think about it I get really excited and I don't see it being a problem for me. The ball is in your court now, no pressure, I just wanted to give you a chance to do it and when this opportunity came up I thought it was to good to miss."
We discussed the idea some more before bed and I decided not to ask Kat about it again, I didn't want her to think I was pressuring her into it. On Monday afternoon Kat rang me from work and asked if I could meet her at the mall, explaining that she needed to go shopping for the weekend and as it was my idea I could pay for the new clothes she would need. I knew my credit card would be in for a hiding as the event was black tie and Kat would need a new dress, she had spent quite a lot of time getting back in shape after Emma and she was actually two dress sizes smaller than before she was pregnant.
I met her near the designer section of the mall and we began cruising through the most expensive stores, I wasn't sure if she was angry about the Tom thing and this was how she was going to make me pay but the idea still excited me and I was prepared to pay for it. After about 20 minutes we walked into a store and on display was one of the sexiest dresses I had ever seen, Kat walked straight over to it and asked to try it on without even looking at the price tag. A few minutes later she emerged form the change room and my jaw dropped, it was a long black, backless halter that was super low cut. This meant she had no bra on but her pert c-cup breasts sat perfectly and were almost visible through the split. Her long curly auburn hair and milky white skin set it off and everyone in the shop stopped to stare. I was going to buy it even if she didn't want it, but she did and we were soon outside and I was a considerable amount of cash lighter.
"You really like that dress don't you?"
"You have no idea how good you look in it, I almost dragged you into the change room. Did you see everyone staring at you?"
"No I felt pretty self conscious actually, I never wear anything like that."