Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks!
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So this was the week I've been waiting for. I was reclining in my seat next to my husband Ian as we were driving to Aria and Jonathan's house. Although I was feigning sleep, I was actually trying to review and reconsider one last time all I had planned. Ian had no idea what was coming, nor did Aria. I'm guessing that Jonathan knew something was coming. Nothing like what I really had in mind, but I was sure he was expecting something from me. Or at least I hoped. What I wanted was simple: transform what has been a regular, years-long friendship between two couples into a sexually open foursome. Nothing more.
I grinned during my fake sleep. "Nothing more" as if it were that simple. I was actually counting on three things. One of which I was absolutely sure, the second one pretty sure and the third, not so sure at all. The first thing was that I knew that Jonathan wanted me. Badly. The way he's been looking at me for a long time now, made it pretty easy to see, and now, during the recent months, some sexually implicit emails had made it clear. I was convinced that if I but opened the door slightly, he would slam it wide open.
The second thing about which I was pretty sure was that Ian was sexually attracted to Aria, and had been since the moment he saw her. In fact, I was absolutely convinced that he was. What I was less certain about is wether, given my blessing, he would really go for it. While he did desire her, allowing himself that openness would mean allowing me the same thing. Would he go for it? Would his desire for Aria overpower his resistance at the thought of me fucking Jonathan? I think that Ian still sees me as the shy and sexually introverted person I was when we met. If he did, having missed quite a lot of signs of changes over the last couple of years, he was in for a surprise this week.
The third thing I wasn't so sure about was Aria's feelings for Ian. I know that she's been flirting with him, teasing him with her body for a long time now. But was it only a game, like she loved to play with most men in her life, or was there something else? What would she do if he made a move and she thought they could get away with it? That was a mystery. And I couldn't think of a way of making sure. How could I, Ian's wife, ask Aria if she'd be willing to have sex with him behind my back?
So I had something to work with, but I didn't have all that much. Even Jonathan's lust wasn't a guarantee he would be open to the idea of a foursome. Having sex with the wife of a friend was one thing, but letting that friend fuck your own wife was quite another. That was why I was faking sleep now, trying to examine all the possibilities, trying to figure out the best way to approach all of them and nudge them in what I think our friendship should have grown into long ago. I was also counting on the butterfly effect. Ian has been explaining it to me and while I didn't think it applied to our situation, I was hoping that enough things were already in place to allow the exponential effect. Here's to hoping.
When we arrived, we were welcomed with open arms as usual. Aria and Jonathan truly were huggers, something I learned to appreciate more and more through the years. But this time, one of Jonathan's hands slid down lower than usual and a couple of his fingers were definitely on my ass. As he pulled away, his expression was guarded, but when I smiled at him, his expression changed. A smile, but a peculiar smile, grew on his face. And so the nudging game had begun. As quickly as that. Granted, I was pretty sure than getting Jonathan in my bed would be the simplest task of them all, but still a good sign.
During our first dinner together on Monday evening, I asked Ian to explain the butterfly effect. Maybe, I thought, if they had the concept in mind it would help things along? It was wishful thinking, but I had to use anything and everything at my disposal for this to work. After an excellent dessert, Jonathan suggested that he could help me setting up our room for the week. Aria and Ian would clean the table to and the dishes. Hmmm, there you go, a first opportunity. We found ourselves alone in the room, and Jonathan closed the door behind him. At first I was a bit surprised, and pleased, but when I saw him accessing a cupboard behind it, I was disappointed. But, as I looked at him carefully, I saw that he didn't need anything from that cupboard. Was it just an excuse for closing the door?
As he was busy doing his fake search for some unknown object, I decided to up the ante and popped not one but two buttons on my shirt. My top was already cut pretty low, everything I had brought with me was sexy, but now it was positively indecent. My black lace bra was already visible even when standing straight up. Considering that I would have to lean and bend forward quite a bit while setting up the bed, it was going to be a free show. As soon as Jonathan turned around he noticed it. Then looked away with a smile. I had been responding to his subtle sexual remarks in my emails, and maybe he had been looking for a confirmation. There you go.
Five minutes later, my exposed cleavage was so obvious we were both trying not to laugh. Remember that even though there has been a lot of subtext, nothing overt had ever happened. Yet I needed it to happen fast to secure him in my plan as soon as possible. Maybe then he could start working on Aria. Maybe. At one point, as we were both kneeling on the bed, stuffing the pillows in their cases, the movement of my breasts was just ridiculous. Jonathan stopped moving and just stared openly at my neckline. Well, maybe neckline was the wrong word. When I looked down, I saw that one of my breasts was completely exposed. Still inside the bra, but still. Jonathan then whispered "What I wouldn't give to touch you..." Before finally looking up into my eyes.
"How about a full body massage tomorrow?" was my reply.
My reply to the inappropriately erotic comment to his wife's best friend, as well as his grin at hearing my reply, made it pretty much official. There was one last detail, and he had to agree to it or else it wouldn't work for me. Looking down at my exposed bra again and looking back at him with a smile, I asked "You know where this is going?"
"Yep."
"You sure about this?" I asked, already knowing that he was.
"Of course... Does it come to you as a surprise?"
"No, I can read between the lines..." I said, thinking about his emails. I was still looking at him, but my smile faded.
"Oh no, I sense a 'but' coming."
No use trying to delay the inevitable. "How do you feel about letting Ian and Aria fuck each other?"
I was taken by surprise by his smile. Obviously he had not been expecting this at all, but his next comment took me by surprise in turn. "Are you sure they haven't already?"
"What? Since we arrived?" I asked, stunned.
"No, no... but are you sure they never did?"
