David was frozen in place, the jacket of his tuxedo halfway up his arms, staring at his wife as if she’d just sprouted wings.
“WHAT did you just say?”
Katie was slipping into a pair of saucy red heels to compliment her equally hot red dress.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she smiled sweetly, finishing with the heels and sliding earrings on. “You’re getting old--you need a hearing aid?” And she grinned at him.
GRINNED!
He shrugged into the jacket. His beloved, sweet, sexually-inventive-but-20-years-of-monogomous wife had just informed him that in addition to taking their friend, Paul, to his annual birthday dinner, they were taking him to bed as well.
David found his ass on their neatly made bed without recalling how his knees buckled.
“Katie--”
She turned, hands on incredibly sensuous hips. “I told you I wanted this, sweetheart. Don’t you remember?”
David blinked slowly, scraping up the crumbs from around the edges of his apparently feeble memory and suddenly it came to him. “Last Tuesday,” he murmured, and she smiled brightly and licked her ripe lips.
Somehow she got him downstairs, outside, and into the car, though she had to drive because he couldn’t think straight enough to operate his own tongue, not to mention a motor vehicle. All he could think about was last Tuesday.
He’d returned home from two weeks away on business and when she met him at the kitchen doorway, his briefcase and suitcase quickly joined his briefs and his suit on the tile while he’d fucked her hard and fast and deep, her legs around his waist, her ass on the edge of the countertop. That led to the stairs and much later, their bed, where they’d started whispering about their sexual fantasies. She’d stroked him, given him a blowjob that drove him completely insane, and finally mounted him, slowly pumping up and down while she whispered her wildest fantasy: having incredible sex with her incredible husband. And his best friend, Paul.
The way she’d spoken of it, gripping him tight inside her, face flushed, hands lifting and caressing her breasts, sent him hurtling over the edge just before she joined him with a sharp little cry. After that they cuddled, and now he vaguely recalled making some kind of affirmative sound when she whispered in his ear, asking permission to set up her little fantasy. He’d been so overloaded with pleasure he might have given her permission to sell him as a sex slave and he would have given her the same, “Mmmhmm,” in reply.
Now, watching her drive with a look on her face he’d never seen before, he wondered what in hell they were getting themselves into.
“Uh....honey?” he ventured cautiously. “Did you....uh....happen to mention this...I mean, the sex part....to Paul?” His hands were sweating. He’d never even thought about fucking another woman, even with Katie in the room. Dear heaven, he thought....did this mean she didn’t love him anymore? Didn’t want him?
His still incredibly beautiful wife glanced over long enough to smile erotically. “Darling,” she murmured, “You’re still mine, and I’m still yours. Always. And yes, I’m still going to want your body as often and as enthusiastically as before. And yes, I spoke to him about it. He’s as nervous as you are.”
Well, that was something, wasn’t it? David didn’t even stop to wonder how she’d managed to answer the very questions that were roiling around, unasked, in his brain. Katie had always managed to read his mind. Probably because, after all, she was a woman and he was a man, which translated into about one-point-three square inches of insight on his side, compared to forty-seven square acres on hers. “Well. Okay, then. I guess.”
The response sounded as lame as it was in the otherwise quiet car. Katie reached down to click on the CD player, filling the interior of the vehicle with some very soothing jazz, then slid her hand onto his thigh, caressing him gently.
“I love you, baby,” she whispered.
David grabbed her hand, partly to keep it from venturing too far north, but primarily because he needed something like an anchor just then. “I love you, too.”
Katie braked to a slow stop in a line of traffic as a light blinked to red, looking over at him, her expression earnest. “Honey if you don’t want this, we won’t do it. It’s not like it’s the Holy Grail of sex.”
David looked into her smile and saw that, while she was willing to put a stop to all of it, she also wanted it. Badly. So, maybe he had more than an inch or so of insight. He squeezed her hand lovingly before raising it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles.
“I want you to be happy.” They both said it at the same instant, laughing as Katie accelerated again on the green light. Then she grinned at him again and he swore to himself that he would force himself to do it if he had to. For Katie’s pleasure.
Paul waited at the table. He’d been half an hour early for dinner, only because he was wearing out his carpet at home with all his pacing and wearing out his mind with all his second-guessing. He figured he’d come in, get the table and a drink. Or two. And by the time Dave and Katie came in, he’d be completely relaxed.
Yeah, right.
He adjusted his vest for the fifteenth time. He sipped cognac; he straightened his cuffs. He wished like hell Katie didn’t always insist that this birthday triangle had to be a very formal affair so that he could have arrived in a pair of well-worn jeans and his favorite T-shirt instead of his tux. The triangle. That’s what Katie called their three annual dinners out, to celebrate each of their birthdays. Tonight, it had a bit of a different meaning.
Katie’s impromptu visit to his office last week had surprised and pleased him. Hell, he hadn’t even managed to get over the serious crush he’d had on her since they’d met (three months before he introduced her to his best friend, David, damn it anyway) almost twenty years before. Truth be told, he’d had the hots for his best friend’s wife for longer than he cared to admit. But he loved both Katie and David; they were his dearest and oldest friends; his constant sources of strength since his own wife’s death eight years before. He would never have broken those bonds by chasing her like some sex starved teenager.
Sipping cognac, Paul smiled as he recalled how excited and nervous Katie had been in his office; how shocked even she had seemed to be when she’d blurted out her reason for coming. She’d said, “Paul, would you consider having sex with me? I mean...with us?”
The question was followed by a long, long silence, through which his jaw was no doubt gaping and Katie turned a fetching shade of pink that made him want to grab her, kiss her, and never stop. He’d tried to chuckle, to somehow shave off the edge of embarrassment she was clearly feeling, but there had been something stuck in his throat. Now that he thought about it, it had probably been his heart.
“Katie,” he’d said softly. It was all he could say. At that moment, he hadn’t even known if he remembered the English language. To come up with an answer seemed a momentous task he wasn’t up for. There were other tasks, however, that he had immediately been up for.
Mistaking his lack of verbal skills for rejection, Katie stood up, nearly tripping over herself with embarrassment hurrying toward the door, stammering apologies. He’d caught her by the shoulders just before she could get her hand around the doorknob, turning her gently around and backing her up against the cool, pale wood of the door.
“Katie--”
She had her face down, probably to hide the threat of tears he could hear in her voice. She shook her head vigorously. “No,” she’d said, “it’s okay. I understand. No need to be embarrassed or anything. There’s no harm in asking, right?” And she choked on what sounded like her attempt at laugher, effectively breaking his heart.
He’d tilted her face up. She was still beautiful, he’d thought. More beautiful than she’d ever been in her youth. “Right,” he murmured soothingly back to her. “No need to be embarrassed. So why are you?” Then he grinned at her and his grin widened when she responded in kind, losing some of that wounded kitten look and smiling faintly at him. She’d relaxed, too. He’d felt it in his hands when he put them back to her upper arms, soothing her with his touch. She’d been looking up at him, her pale jade eyes luminous with unshed tears, and her pale blond hair slightly mussed.
“I’m sorry,” she’d whispered.
He just kept smiling at her. Until his gaze dropped to her cleavage, ripe and still arousingly firm even under the modest blouse she wore. Then he lost his sense, moved his hips carefully forward until they touched hers.
Another sip of cognac went over his tongue as warm and giving and generous as she’d been that day, Paul thought, looking at his watch again. He remembered the sweet, almost virginal way she’d gasped, her lashes fluttering, and then she’d been looking up at him through those lashes. Coyly. Seductively.
He kissed her that day in his office. Hell, he couldn’t have resisted even if he’d wanted to. It was the first time he’d ever felt his painfully erect cock pushing at the yielding juncture of her thighs. Clothes be damned, it was still one of the most erotic things he’d ever felt. He’d bent down to her, feeling her pushing up on her toes with an eager whimper, and he’d taken her mouth. The kiss was brief, deep, hot, and left no doubt as to his answer.
And now here he was, nearly two agonizingly long months later. Waiting to have her.
There was the little issue of David, of course. Being a normal male, Paul had never been involved in a threesome and sure as hell doubted David had ever been, either. Certainly neither of them had any tendencies toward bisexual fantasies, one of the many, many things Katie had spent the last two months constantly reassuring him about while she’d made plans for their evening. This was her fantasy. This was what Katie wanted, and he knew that David would do it for her, if for no other reason. He couldn’t imagine any other reason a man would want to share anyone as lovely and sexy and full of life as Katie.
