“Should we make it happen?” she asked.
“Make what happen?”
“A threesome…With Roger…I have an idea.” Nicole replied pausing briefly between each statement.
I turned my head and kissed her.
“Careful what you wish for Sweetie.” I laughed. “Now tell me more about your idea…”
———-
Time had flown. We’d talked about a threesome, even played out the fantasy a few times; Nicole’s idea seemed to be just out there, possible but never quite activated. My wife had kept in touch with Roger and there was no doubt he was really eager to experience her again. At some point he had asked about me and she told him that I was ok her having sex with him but that there were no secrets.
It was Friday morning. We sat in the kitchen at the bar, the hissing and whirring of the cappuccino machine had just stopped, each of us reading the news. Nicole’s phone hummed briefly and she tapped on the Wickr push notification she’d just received. She looked at me then back at her phone.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
Nicole took a deep breath. “Roger just messaged me.”
“So…?”
“He’s in town tonight.” She continued. “Asking to meet.”
“What do you want to do?” I probed.
“Us.” She answered.
“Huh?” I was confused.
“It’s not just what I want to do, it’s what do WE want to do. He wants to meet US, not just me.”
“Ahhh, now I understand.” I thought for a moment. “We can invite him here if you’d like.”
Nicole swallowed a sip of coffee looking at me over the brim of the huge mug she now held with both hands.
“You know what might happen?” She asked.
“Yes.” I answered simply, smiling at my wife. “It doesn’t have to but I’m up for it if you are.”
Nicole put down her coffee, stepped towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I might change my mind later and back out, even if I guess it was my idea. In any case, you’re the best husband in the world. If we didn’t have a ton of work today I drag you right back to bed.”
I laughed, kissed Nicole, and told her “Message him to come at 7.00pm”
I saw headlights sweep through the trees as the car followed the winding road up to the house; a black Mercedes GLC Coupe pulled around in front of the entrance. Still standing back from the window I watched as the driver climbed out and looked up at the house either sizing us up or perhaps just questioning if he had the right address.
Clean shaven, 6ft or thereabouts, 180-190lbs was my guess; Nicole was spot on in saying we were of similar build. Ruggedly handsome and tanned with dark, wavy hair this was Roger, no doubt. I headed for the hallway.
Just as he rang the bell I pulled open the door and extended my hand. “Roger I presume? I’m Neil.”
“Yes, good to finally meet you Neil.” Roger was dressed in an open neck shirt with slacks; we could have been brothers if it wasn’t for the age gap I thought as he held out a bottle towards me in his left hand. “Nicole said you like a glass of wine, trust I chose well?”
“Mmm, Latour Montrachet. You certainly did.” I wondered whether Nicole had told him this was one of my favorites. “C’mon in.”