And Then There Were Three (3 page)

“I love you so much Mark. We have been at
this for over sixteen years and I love you more than ever,” I
assured him as my tears receded.

“I know you do Eva. I love you so much the
thought of you being with anyone else, even a woman, drives me
crazy,” he said softly. “I think it is all a fluke with everything
you have going on with the launch of the new book. The pressure
from your editor and you haven’t had a girl’s night out with your
friends in ages. Maybe you should call Shantell and Amy to schedule
something with them soon. Pick any night and I will take the kids
out.”

“You’re probably right baby. Thank you so
much for being so understanding,” I said kissing him. The kisses
intensified and I felt the sadness slip away as desire for my
husband grew exponentially.

“Where are the kids?” I asked breathlessly
caressing his burgeoning hard-on. Mark grabbed my hand before
heaving me over his shoulders carrying me to our room.

“Show me how much you want me,” he begged. I
eagerly stripped him of his clothes focused on my husband only. I
ran my hands over his beautiful body appreciative of the hard work
he put into keeping it so well toned. I caressed him welcoming the
huge intake of breath as he shook with the sensation of my touch. I
dropped to my knees, my favorite way to please my husband. Sliding
my mouth over his harden shaft I took long pulls of him as he
moaned in gratitude. It was an amazing concept to have this much
control over my husband. Over the years I perfected my technique of
pleasing him with my mouth and tongue. I sucked slowly as my tongue
moved along his length pausing to lap up any seepage. The noises
from his mouth spurned me on like a cheerleader at a football game.
I took him to the brink of orgasm before pulling away.

Mark pushed me down on our California king
sized bed snatching at my clothes. I didn’t realize I was naked
until I felt his warm tongue tease my, oh so sweet spot. I cried
out as his tongue battered me repeatedly. It was the sweetest
torment ever. All thoughts of anyone other than my husband
magically disappeared. Mark was on a mission to ensure that I knew
exactly whom I answered to in the bedroom. After fucking me near
senseless for a nice amount of time he flipped me over. I was
scrambling trying to catch my breath as anticipation overwhelmed
me. It was exactly as I thought. Mark was making his claim on every
viable orifice on my body. I could hear the sound of the lubricant
and my body immediately tensed at the thought of his intrusion
there. Several attempts later and he claimed every viable orifice
on my body. I writhed in a combination of intense pleasure and
minute pain.

“Eva do you understand that every part of
your body belongs to me,” he demanded to know. I nodded my
agreement but it wasn’t enough of an answer to placate Mark as he
plunged deeper into me. I forced the words out of my mouth. “Yes
Mark, I know baby.” He continued for several minutes before losing
to a blissful orgasm. His whimpers continued to bring sweet music
to my ears, as my body once again sated my wonderful husband. I
collapsed as my body’s energy level diminished to absolute zero. I
had nothing left to give as he half dragged; half carried me to the
bathroom. The soothing waters did wonders for my exhausted flesh as
I sank beneath the bubbles. Mark pulled me onto his lap and I
wrapped my weak arms around his neck. I placed my head against the
side of his neck and cried softly. I loved my husband more than I
could ever tell him at that moment. I needed him to understand that
no one could ever come between the love that we shared. Somehow the
tears conveyed just that message.

“Eva, it’s okay. I know how much you love and
value our marriage. I love you so much and nothing will ever change
that,” he whispered. I could feel the emotional heaves of his
chest. He was still worried about the security of our marriage. I
was unsure how to convince him that it we were forever secure. No
other man, including Andre, ever made me want to leave my husband.
Not even my unnatural love for all things Vin Diesel. Without a
doubt, a woman would never undercut the love I share and have with
Mark. I was sure of that as we sat silent in the bubbly water.

*****

“Evan, good to see you again, you remember my
wife Eva,” Mark said as he shook hands with a very tall man.

“Yes, how could I forget your lovely wife? It
is nice to see you again Mrs. Thompson,” Evan said casually.

“Please call me Eva. It is nice to see you
again Evan. How are the kids?” I manage to reply with a soft shake
of his massive hand. We made small talk for several minutes before
excusing ourselves to retrieve much needed refreshments. Evan
Conley is a former client of Mark’s architecture firm. This
celebration of his firm’s one-year anniversary was a business ploy
to ensure that Evan remained a client at Mark’s firm. We dutifully
make our rounds chatting with other colleagues and associates.
After a brief dance we stand near the dance floor awaiting the next
song. My body is suddenly rigid when Mark tries to move me to the
new music playing.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” He asked with
slight alarm in his voice. I cannot speak and direct my gaze to the
person who seemed to be controlling my motor skills from across the
room, without knowing she was doing this. Nicole is resplendent in
a long champagne colored gown that showed off her long thin frame.
Nicole’s long brown hair was swept into a neat ponytail that
cascaded down her back. The impeccable makeup that graced her
lovely face was almost unnecessary. My eyes automatically dropped
to take in the high gloss shine of her smooth lips. When I realized
I was gawking at her I forced my gaze away. It was only then that I
noticed the transfixed stare on Mark’s handsome face. Nicole had
taken his breath away as well. In fact when I surveyed the room
those not actively engaged were staring at the beautiful woman.

When the light of recognition crossed her
lovely features Nicole made a beeline to me. I tried to fix the
expression on my face, wiping the look of dread off with a few
tries of my mind.

“Mrs. Thompson how lovely to see you,” Nicole
elucidated extending her hand. I gingerly shook her hand as I made
introductions. “Please call me Eva. This is my husband Mark.”

“Mr. Thompson, it is so nice to meet you.
Sabrina talks about you all the time,” Nicole gushed. I could see a
hint of attraction as Nicole took in all of Mark’s features. I
could feel the twinge of jealousy surge through my blood. Mark
extended his free hand shaking her petite hand gently. I could feel
him squeezing the life out of my hand. He was so confused right now
which was really out of character for him. Even though I am the
writer in the family I am usually the scatterbrained one. My
husband has always been able to reign in my wayward thoughts. It
took some squeezing of my own to get his hand to release the
intense pressure on my poor fingers. Eventually he settled down and
the three of us were actively engaged in conversation. I could from
time to time see the stares from others nearby as we monopolized
Nicole’s time.

Several times individuals tried to either
join our conversation or tried unsuccessfully to steal her
attention away from us. When it was time to sit for dinner Nicole
opted out of her table, much to their dismay, and sat next to me. I
was completely unnerved as she kept her attention on my husband and
me. Occasionally she would brush her hand against my naked
shoulders and I could feel the tingles of arousal course through
me. I was speaking to Mark when she touched me and I could swear he
felt it. The look on his face was pure lust and I worried that
Nicole may just be my marriage’s undoing. Neither my husband nor I
could tear our attention away from her for too long. When she
grabbed Mark’s hand dragging him to the dance floor I thought I
would fight her on the spot. The weirdest thing happened. I didn’t
feel jealous watching my husband slow dance with Nicole. Other men
were literally beside themselves with jealousy, perhaps even a few
women.

Once Mark got over his initial nerves they
looked very good together. He moved her body gently over the dance
floor as she allowed him to lead. It was almost sensual without
being obscenely vulgar. Most of the eyes in the room were on them
as they moved to the beat of the music. Evan more than once cleared
his throat as he tried to control his obvious jealousy at Mark’s
good fortune. When they returned to the table I could see the look
of lust still present in Nicole and my husband’s eyes. Ha! I wasn’t
crazy this woman was some type of vixen that attracted any and
everyone. Hallelujah! I was not going to have to have a difficult
conversation with my parents about my sexuality. I smiled genuinely
for the first time since I met this woman as I processed this new
information.

Nicole never left our side, often introducing
us to those who desired to be in her presence. We learned that
Evan’s real estate firm owned the dance studio she rented. He had
on a whim invited the captivating young woman on the hopes of
getting to know her better. The fact that he was a very married man
seemed to allude his intentions. Nicole dodged his clumsy attempts
to claim her as his intended prize and stuck as close to our side
as possible.

“I was really bored with nothing to do
tonight which is why I am here. However I do not want to end up
pepper spraying my landlord so please help,” Nicole whispered to me
at one point during the festive evening.

“I understand we will keep you safe,” I
beamed with protective satisfaction. After filling Mark in on our
newfound roles as cockblockers we took to the job with odd
satisfaction. Nicole probably picked up more new business in that
room for her dance studio than dropping a million business cards in
Times Square could generate. Toward the end of the night we had
exchanged personal cell phone numbers. Nicole and I made plans to
shop and have coffee later in the week all under the encouragement
of my husband. Go figure! I guess the fantasy of two women, one of
which was myself, was not so farfetched after all. I made a mental
note to discuss this with him later. Nicole made sure to slip out
of the party when we did to avoid any unwanted attention.

“I had a really great time tonight. Thank you
both so much,” Nicole blushed as we waited for our respective
cars.

“We did too! It was really great running into
you,” I replied back. Without warning Nicole reached over and
kissed Mark’s cheek before doing the same to my cheek. We both
simultaneously lifted a hand to the spot she kissed as she jumped
into the driver’s side of her convertible. The Tahoe was a weird
place to be after our evening of mystery. The conversation was
minimal at best as we both juggled our intense thoughts. I was so
happy to see the door of our garage lift as we made our way up the
long circular driveway. Mark pulled in next to my hybrid SUV and
immediately got out to open the passenger door for me. I took his
proffered hand stepping down from the large truck careful not to
break my favorite stilettos. The headlights from the Tahoe lit the
interior of the garage as we made our way in front of the truck to
the door that connected the house. Before I could reach the door
handle Mark pulled me back abruptly. At first panic swept through
me as my mind thought of all the horrible things that could be
going wrong. The ripping of my panties from beneath my dress calmed
me. Mark pressed my body against the warm grill of the truck as he
forced the material from between my legs. My mind was trying to
catch up to this new threat as I heard the zipper on his slacks. It
was a matter of seconds before he was inside me. No hello Miss
would you like to make love? It was wham bam thank you ma’am. And
it was absolutely what I needed and wanted at that moment. My leg
sought purchase on his hip as I balanced on my remaining
high-heeled foot. I have never felt so full in all of my life. Mark
took up every available inch of me as he pushed repeatedly inside
me.

Mark’s hands gripped my hips so tightly I
thought he was going to draw blood. It wouldn’t have mattered to me
at that moment if he did. I was lost in sensation, not translation
because I understood perfectly what was happening. Mark was having
the same reaction to Nicole that I had previously. I held tightly
to his neck as his moves intensified. The warmth of the trunk
engine on my back was comforting as he fucked me with reckless
abandon in our garage.

“Give it to me right now,” he said through
clenched teeth. I did as I was told, my body unraveled like a
blossoming flower as I let go of any and all inhibitions. I freely
thought of my husband and Nicole as I let loose moans to wake the
living. Thankfully that didn’t happen. I wanted to be angry that my
husband was also thinking highly of Nicole as he made love to me
but in truth it actually turned me on more the possibility. What
was happening to me? My husband was consciously fucking me in our
garage after a night surrounded by a very beautiful woman other
than myself. I should be pushing him away not encouraging this
caveman lovemaking session. I chose the latter.

“Fuck me Mark,” I wailed as he delivered
every blissful inch to me personally. I was rewarded with the
primordial grunting of my husband releasing an orgasm that was
probably meant for another woman inside of me. It was sheer heaven
as I came once more that knowledge alone pushing me over the edge.
When our heart rate and limbs began to work in concert we made our
way to the master bedroom but first we checked on the children.
Thankfully they were all fast asleep in their beds. I lingered a
minute looking at each of my children, saying a silent prayer of
thanks to God for their presence and continued safety.

Upon entering our bedroom I found Mark
disrobing with a bit of malice. He was roughly pulling off the
expensive suit and his shoes. I could see the wrestling with his
conscious as the realization that he had just fucked his wife in an
effort to quell the desire to fuck another woman. I was rewarded
for my observations with my own shit. This whole scene strangely
turned me on and I had not a clue why. Nicole was beautiful that
was true but the thought of her touching my husband intimately
should have sent my blood boiling. Instead I wondered what that
would look like. What the hell was wrong with me? I rushed into the
bathroom before Mark could finish abusing his clothing. I allowed
the water to cascade over my head ruining my hair but I didn’t
care. I wanted to wash away the dirty thoughts in my head. They
were making me feel extremely unclean.