He was acting strange all day. For some reason he kept looking at me I had the sensation that he was feeling guilty about something. I didn't want to think about it and yet I couldn't shake it off.
We were having a party that night. A few friends were coming over for dinner and drinks. The usual gang, not a big deal at all. It was a warm summer night so we decided a barbeque would be a good idea. He loaded up the bbq chimney with mesquite as he whistled a happy tune. He was wearing that pale blue t-shirt that shows off his slim manly physique. His arms were slightly tanned and the sun shown through the golden hair on his arms. As I stood inside and looked out the window at him, he looked happy and chipper. He must've felt that my eyes were on him, he turned and gave me that naughty smile and winked at me. His smile always gets me hot especially when he gives me that naughty grin of his. I let out a sigh knowing that our guests would be over too soon for us to make a trip upstairs for a few moments of hot burning passion.
I continued to prepare the appetizers-cheese and crackers, hummus, olives, etc. As I prepared for guests' arrival, it suddenly dawned me that maybe he was happy because a certain female was coming over tonight.
Ah my friend Helena-always so beautiful, blemish free and sparkly white teeth. She always looks good and she doesn't have to work at it. She is Asian and in her mid 30's. Her skin is milk chocolate brown, her hair silky black and her body is something to envy. Not only is she gorgeous, but she is also sharp as a tack and extremely successful. There is something very strong about her, almost distant and cold. She is certainly not a shrinking violet and has a Type A personality. Yet, she has got to be one of the nicest human beings.
When I first met her, I never really thought too much about her. She called me and invited me to the movies, on hikes, and to various social occasions but I was always too busy to get together. I ran into her quite often so eventually, we began our friendship.
I introduced her to my friends and invited her to my social gatherings. Apparently my male friends looked at her quite differently than I. They followed her around the party trying to make conversation with her. Although their wives were there too, they couldn't seem to break away from her. Noticing their over zealous attention, she expressed a level of discomfort about it to me. She obviously didn't want to piss anyone off especially my girlfriends, the wives of my panting male friends.
"I am sure, there's no problem. I trust that you would never go for any of them. I think it's kind of funny! My girlfriends don't have a problem with you talking to their husbands."
So it goes, Helena, eventually moved into the unit across the way from me after her divorce. I had divorced Evan a year or two before Helena's divorce. By the time she moved in across the way from me, David and I had been dating for at least a year.
We have been together for a few years now and our relationship has been amazing. For the most part, I thank my lucky stars we are together. He is sweet, patient, loving, sexy and the best lover I have ever had. I have to admit, I am addicted to him. He turns me on every time we make love. When I look at his hands, I can't help but think about the way he touches me. We share most everything. We've invited other women to join us for sensuality and erotic play. Watching him touch and make love to another woman turns me on. Making love to a woman while he watches drive him wild. Helena flirts with David. On many occasions she has flirted with the both of us as we did her.
One day I, after running into Helena, I asked David if he had fantasies about her. He hesitated for a moment and replied, "no."
The hesitation in itself let me know he was not being honest. "David, why are you lying to me? I asked. He blushed and reluctantly said, "Okay, I lied, of course I have had fantasies about Helena but they always involve the three of us."
"Oh really? Tell me more."
David didn't go into to great detail but he confessed that he had been having fantasies about the Helena, him and me.
I, in turn, confessed my fantasies as well. You see, I had been having fantasies about him touching her. As I lay awake and alone in bed, I'd fantasize about his hands touching her brown skin whereupon; I'd get myself off while thinking about them together.
The day he confessed his fantasies, we made wild passionate love. As he touched me, I begged him to tell me what he wanted to do with her, what he wanted me to do with her. As he touched my body, I imagined he was touching her. The more he talked the hotter and wetter I got. I was so wet that when he touched my clit, my body jerked uncontrollably. We fucked for hours, panting and spewing our fantasies out loud.
After that day, Helena became an obsession of ours. I began to grow jealous of David's fantasies. For weeks on end, when we made love, he'd tell me all the different things he wanted to do with her. He wanted to tie her up, spank her, take her from behind. He wanted her to beg for him, to suck his cock. He wanted to dominate her. He wanted to lick her pussy, he wanted to make her scream in ecstasy. I wanted him to share his thoughts with me so I didn't say much and I have to admit, the jealousy drove my passions to new heights. Yet, being my neighbor, the thought of the three of us together was just too close to home. Our lovers were not regulars and they didn't live across the way from either of us.
A part of me wanted to show her just what a great lover he is. I wanted to share him with her but could I be sure he wouldn't leave me for her? I had often wondered if I would become jealous.
One day, I popped in on Helena; she invited me in for a cup of tea. As we drank tea, I admired her beauty. She had just come back from a run, her skin shone with a thin layer of sweat. I couldn't help but stare at her cleavage.
Suddenly, I found myself blurting out, "Hey Helena, would you ever consider joining David and me for a little erotic fun? He is a fantastic lover and if you did join us I know it would fulfill one of his fantasies." As I said this, I let out a nervous giggle to help ease my discomfort.
She laughed, "Oh god, don't you think that is a little close to home? Besides right now, I am trying to figure out whether or not my relationship with Chris is going anywhere but if it doesn't work out, I may consider it."
There was an uncomfortable silence.
