It was one of those annoying things she did that over the years had just become more of a nuisance and less a true bother, but this was one of those days she was more bothered by it. If she were honest with herself, and she usually was, she would admit it was because she had chosen this day, Friday, June 25, to confront her husband. She had known for just over two weeks, but had tried her best to prepare and not jump too quickly. Now she had her plan and it was time.
Diane brushed aside a stray wisp of the brown hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders before leaning forward and resting her chin on one hand, elbow braced on the table, and sipping the end of her wine with her other hand. Her green eyes had a hint of brown, light makeup highlighting her from eyebrows to cheeks, and a soft pink lipstick on her sexy lips. The little bit of dress up was a sleeveless emerald green dress, with a square cut, that rested just above her knees as she sat at the table. Her daytime attire had been shorts and t-shirt, matching the late June heat, but Jon was home late, as usual on Friday, and did not have time to change clothes before dinner.
Jon still wore his suit pants, but the jacket was draped over another chair. His tie was loose and the white shirt hugged his fit chest snuggly. He had short hair, combed back and squared at his neck. The wide neck told of athletic glories in days past and his biceps were obvious even under the long sleeve shirt. His face was clean shaven, an annoyance he had submitted to with his promotion to upper management. The paychecks were good, the house was more than comfortable, and he was willing to put in the longer hours required to keep his lifestyle and to keep his wife of 33 years happy.
She set down the glass and dropped her smile. "Jon, I need to talk to you about something." She sat back now, letting the upper bulges of her breasts, squeezed just a bit by a carefully tailored tightening of the dress, show. She saw his eyes lock on to them.
"What's the problem, Diane. Do you need a larger clothing allowance? Maybe the closet full of dresses isn't enought?" He was trying to joke, but she frowned at what she took to be a dig at her. "Sorry, hon, I was just joking."
She crossed her arms under he breasts, pushing them up a bit more and providing a more severe image. "What I have to say does include shopping, though. A couple of weeks ago I was out with a friend and we shopped all morning. Don't worry, I didn't break the budget. Before coming home we stopped in the food court and got some lunch. That whas when I found out." She stopped, leaving it hanging. Waiting.
He took the bait. "You found out," he stretched out the word before ending with, "what?"
"Muriel told me you had asked her husband to help you with something." She let him turn uncomfortably in his chair and clear his throat. "Apparently I was taking too long?"
Now he definitely looked uncomfortable, giving her a sense of immense pleasure. Normally, they had a give and get relationship, without a lot of hiccups since he made enough money to cover any issues on that count. This though, she took personally, so his discomfiture was very rewarding.
"I'm not sure exactly what you're talking about," he managed, obviously trying to avoid something. "Roddy and I talk about a lot of things."
Now she smiled. "Of course you do. You're best friends. And best friends ask their friend's wives to put pressure on their wives, don't they?" There they go, she thought, the eyes. He knows that I know. "What's the problem, husband dear, is your wife too slow agreeing to your desire for a trois?"
Now he was actually squirming in his chair. She had to keep from smiling her enjoyment. "Honey, it's, no, you have it all wrong. I was, it's guy talk. We do it all the, well, I mean not ALL the time, but ..."
He was almost relieved when she cut him off. "Jonathan Franklin, you're caught, so shut up." She paused to make sure she had her mental notes in order. "I don't want to share you. How hard is that for you to understand? I don't want you shoving my little friend down there into another woman. Not at all, but certainly not while I'm watching. We've had really good sex for a long time, and I don't want anybody else knowing what I've got. Don't move."
She got up and grabbed the open bottle of wine, pouring a half a gass into her empty goblet before returning the bottle and sitting down again.
"Have you cheated on me?" Her eyes were locked onto his and she saw them widen, but there was no real fear in them.
"Shit, no. Diane, listen, I've had offers but you're the only woman I've ever dropped my pants for. Well, you and my proctologist." He gave a nervous laugh and she smiled.
"Funny you say it like that. You don't remember that we haven't always dropped clothes? You with an open zipper, me with a short skirt, and, oh my, are you getting hard down there?" He was wriggling and his hand suddenly dropped down below the table top.
He gave a lame smile. "Guilty. OH, shit, guilty of getting hard. I'm thinking of us and that time behind the building in Las Vegas. Not, what you were suggesting."
Time to close the door on her trap and see if he would be inside when it slammed shut. "Yes, about that. I'm willing to give you challenge. If I lose, I'll do your damn threesome. Muriel giggled when she thought about her and me trying to act like we're into women."
Jon's eyes lit up. "You're serious?" She nodded. "And, what if you win?"
She leaned forward, resting her breasts on the table and pushing them so the lacy black bra showed. "If I win, I lock you into a chastity cage on the morning of July 1 and unlock you on the morning of August 1. I've done a little research and kind of prefer the metal cage style to the solid plastic."
He laughed and shook his finger at her, gradually stopping as her expression remained unchanged. "You're serious? But that means no sex for you for a month."
Still smiling, she held up two fingers, thumb extended. "I just can't have sex with you. Not having sex with any men is a choice I will probably make. Or I can see if Roddy wants a threesome with me and his wife and you watch."
"That's just cruel. Why would you even say that?"
She finished her wine in one go. "I would say that, dear husband, because Muriel told me Roddy was jealous that you asked him first if his wife would do a three. And if you're so hung up on getting into another woman, maybe I should consider another man in me. Now, I'm going to count down from 5 and I want your decision. If I don't hear a yes, you lose and you don't get sex until September. If I hear no, then no sex until next year. Any way it falls, I want you to learn I don't appreciate your effort to manipulate me into something I've already said multiple time I don't want to do."
