Eric pulled his wife close to him and kissed her neck as she washed up the remaining dishes in the sink.
"Stop it, Eric. I'm busy," Beth responded.
He ignored her and started laying kisses across her shoulders.
"Eric! Come on, these dishes aren't going to wash themselves and Lord knows you aren't going to do them," Beth said in aggravation
"The dishes can wait. I'd like to make love to my wife," Eric argued.
Beth turned around and pushed him back. "Maybe if you helped out around the house a little bit more, I'd have more time to make love to you."
"That's not fair, Beth. I do help, but every time I even try to talk about sex, you constantly close up and refuse."
"Maybe if I was enough for you, things would be different but all you ever want to talk about is having some sort of threesome. I told you, I'm not interested," Beth said as she turned back to the dishes.
"Threesomes are supposed to be great for both people. I think you'd like it if you'd just open your mind," Eric argued just as a horn honked from the driveway.
"I'm not going to. Just go to your damn golf game, your friends are obviously waiting for you," Beth said angrily.
Eric gave up and walked out without another word.
Beth finished the dishes and started bath water. She added some bath oil and bubbles before lighting a few candles. She slipped out of her clothes and turned on some soft music. Just as she lowered her body into the slick, hot water, the doorbell rang.
She thought about just ignoring it but she knew it wouldn't go away on it's own. She grabbed her red silk robe from the hanger on the back of the door and started down the stairs.
"Ding-dong," the bell rang again.
"Coming," she hollered.
She looked through the peephole to find Eric's best friend, Mark, on the other side of the door. She pulled the robe closed over her cleavage and opened the door.
"Hey Mark," she smiled shyly.
"Hey Beth, did I get you out of the tub?" Mark said, stating the obvious.
"Well, yes. Eric is golfing with friends. Aren't you usually one of them?" Beth asked.
"Yeah, normally I do. I am doing some re-modeling at the house and Mark said I could stop by today and use some of his tools. I assumed he told you I was coming."
"Well, you should never assume that Eric will use either common sense or have any respect for me, but I won't hold it against you. You know where the tools are, I'll be in the bathtub, just holler if you need anything."
"Thanks Beth, you're the best."
Beth smiled, climbed the stairs, and slipped back into the sanctity of the bathwater.
Mark went out to the tool shed and scattered some of Eric's tools around, attempting to look like he'd been busy for a few minutes and then headed back to the house. He quietly climbed the stairs and stood for a few minutes outside the bedroom door, listening to the soft music and sloshing water coming from the master bath. He could hear a soft moaning and he smiled, knowing exactly what Beth was doing.
She was soaking in the tub, slowly rubbing her clit in circles. She was growing closer and closer to climax as erotic images flowed in her mind. The scene was almost always the same, a strange man was pleasuring her but she couldn't see his face, she was only certain that it wasn't Eric.
"Beth," Mark said quietly, almost in a whisper.
Beth looked up, she thought she'd heard something but after a few seconds of silence, she relaxed, closed her eyes, and allowed the pleasure of the moment to overcome her again. She smiled as she saw the face appear on her mystery man, it was Mark. The revelation shocked her but she continued to pleasure herself.
Mark stepped inside the bedroom, saw her bathrobe lying in the middle of the floor and noticed the bathroom door wide open. He stepped to it and smiled as he saw Beth, eyes closed, barely covered in bubbles before him.
"Oh Mark," she moaned softly.
He took a few steps back, out of her sightline, but still with a decent view of her body and spoke. "Beth," he said louder.
"Mark!" she called out in shock.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I was looking for a phillips head screwdriver, it's not in the tool box."
Beth thought for a moment and remembered that Eric had used it the day before to tighten something under the bathroom sink.
"Actually, I think it might be in here, under the sink. Just give me a second and I'll look."
"No, Beth, I don't want you to get out of the tub. I'll just use something else," Mark countered.
"Don't be silly. Eric left it up here. He never puts anything back where he got it, that's my job, right," she laughed.
"No, don't get out. I'll come in and get it. I'll close my eyes," Mark argued.
"That's silly Mark. You won't find much with your eyes closed. I'm covered in bubbles. You can come in."
An evil grin appeared on his face but he wiped it away before he stepped into her sightline. He looked away, staring toward the corner, and walked toward the cabinet. As soon as he opened the doors, he saw the screwdriver.
"Right where you said it would be," he said.
"Sorry it wasn't where it should have been," Beth said, "but living with Eric, I've gotten used to that."
"You seem to be a bit angry with him today. Is everything okay?" Mark asked.
"No worse than normal. We've just been fighting lately," Beth admitted.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Seems to be going around lately."
"Are you and Cathy having problems?"
"Cathy and I broke up," Mark announced out of the blue.
"When? Last I heard from Eric, you two were getting along great. He said you were thinking of looking for a ring."
"I don't know what happened. She said she didn't see a future with me and that was it," Mark lied.
"I'm so sorry," Beth said, sitting up, turning to him, and offering her hand as a sign of condolence, not paying attention to the bubbles sliding off of her chest. "She doesn't know what's she's letting go."
"And Eric doesn't know what he has," Mark responded, accepting her hand.
Beth looked down at her bare chest and quickly sank back under the water.
"We probably should continue this after my bath."
"Yeah," Mark agreed, shaking his head. "I noticed you have a loose door handle in the bedroom, I can fix that before I leave today if you want."
"That would be great Mark. If I wait for Eric, it'll take forever."
Mark picked up the screwdriver and walked out of the door.
Beth watched him walk away and immediately her mind wandered back to his naked image pleasuring her. Her fingers gently rubbed her clit in fast circles as he stood just steps outside the door listening to each soft moan and slosh of the water.
"Oh Mark, I've wanted you for so long," she softly purred. "Take me, take me now."
She was his for the taking; he knew that. He could have her right then but he had to bide his time. He couldn't fuck her today but he could watch. He stepped back into the room, softly, silently and watched as she pleasured her body. He stood there, staring and listening intently as she got closer and closer to orgasm, the sloshing of the water growing faster and faster as she plunged her fingers deeper and deeper inside of her pussy.
"Oh God, yes," she moaned as her body quivered in pleasure. "Oh God, Mark. Yesssss."
He stepped back out of the room, setting up the next surprise in her day. From the hallway, he heard her climb from the bath and pull the door to the bathroom closed. He listened for the sound of the hair dryer and when it came he dropped to his knees in the bedroom floor and began fixing the loose doorknob. He smiled at the robe discarded in the floor, she'd have no option but to come into the bedroom naked. He tried to concentrate on the doorknob as the hair dryer turned off and the door started to open. She stepped out and saw him almost immediately.
"Mark!" she said as she stood still in shock.
"Beth," he said in false shock, looking away. I heard the hair dryer. I thought you were dressed. "I'm so sorry."
She grabbed the robe and draped it in front of her as she struggled to put it on.
"You don't have to apologize, it's a logical assumption that I'd be dressed. You are doing me a favor with that doorknob."
"Still, I should have told you I was out here."
"No harm, no foul. Not like you haven't seen a naked woman before," Beth said with a forced smile.
"You are incredible Beth, just incredible."
"Thank you," she smiled a more natural smile. "You are quite the man yourself."
"I wish Cathy had felt that way," Mark said softly.
"She didn't give you any sort of idea this was coming?" Beth asked as she approached him.
"None," he said, looking up at her. "I thought things were going great. I fell in love with her."
Beth's heart melted. "Come here," she said, taking his hand and helping him to his feet.
She pulled him into a hug, pressing her breasts into his chest. "You are going to make some woman very happy some day Mark."
"Cathy was it for me; the greatest woman on Earth, next to you of course. Eric is one lucky man."
"Tell him that," Beth scoffed.
"I will," Mark said, taking Beth's chin in his hand and raising her face up so he could look in her eyes.
He looked so genuine in his feelings for her, Beth couldn't help but be both touched and aroused by his words. As he stared deeply into her eyes, she couldn't fight her desire. She raised herself up on tippie-toes and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft at first, barely happening, but quickly escalated into a passion and fire, clearly evident in both of them. Their tongues intertwined and explored each other's mouths, their hands quickly searched each others bodies, their minds clearly locked into each others thoughts. It was over as suddenly as it had started when Mark pulled away.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"No, I am," Beth countered. "I kissed you. I'm so sorry."
"We can't do this to Eric," Mark continued. "I have to go. Tell Eric I said thanks for the tools."
"Wait Mark, please, don't go," Beth called after him.
"I have to Beth, I can't stay here. I can't believe what just happened."
"Don't tell Eric, please. It was a mistake, we won't let it happen again," Beth pled.
"I won't. We won't talk about it, ever," Mark agreed, from the bottom of the stairs where he stood smiling. "I have to go."
Mark walked out of the house and drove away quickly. He wasn't even half a block away when he dialed his cell phone.
"Hello," Eric answered.
"Game, set, match, buddy. That went perfect." Mark said excitedly.
"She fell for it?" Eric answered.
"I could have had her today buddy. It went just like you said it would. She was in the tub, invited me in to get the screwdriver, accepted my offer to fix the doorknob. I didn't even have to initiate the kiss; she kissed me. She felt so bad about Cathy and me breaking up," Mark laughed.
"I knew she liked you, always has. It won't take us two weeks before me, you, Cathy, and Beth are having our little party."
"Way less than two weeks, buddy, way less. Trust me."
"How soon do you think we should start phase two?" Eric asked.
