Chapter 3

“I’ll swear it’s not true if you repeat this, but I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever known. Nate’s a lucky guy.”

“Thank you, that’s sweet,” Dawn said. “Now, if you’ll agree to my plan, Nate will be even luckier, and you’ll get lucky, too.”

“Why don’t we talk about it and all agree, then—”

“No, that will make it uncomfortable. They’ll be so much pressure and nervousness that it will be hard to enjoy ourselves. Plus, if it doesn’t happen for some reason, then Nate won’t be disappointed if he never knew.”

“Alright, I’ll go along with it, but he better not punch me,” Jon said. “Oh, and Dawn, I’m surprised. I never thought of you as someone who would do something like this.”

“Nobody is more surprised than me,” Dawn said, and that was the truth. The lies that had preceded it, though, had flowed with an ease that made her uncomfortable. Of course, they could have talked it over and agreed to have a threesome, but Erotic Scribbler’s ideas were rich with suspense, surprise, and erotic adventure.

If she planted some seeds, took steps toward damage control, and followed his plan, it would be the most erotic sexual adventure of her life.

In the days that followed, Dawn communicated with Jon several times, assuring him that there would be no repercussions for him. All he had to do was follow her leads and act like he was enjoying himself. He assured her that if she did any of the things she had alluded to, he would do more than enjoy himself.

A dinner for three was something Dawn could whip up without breaking a sweat, but that Friday, she didn’t go to work. It would take the whole day to prepare for what she planned to serve her husband and Jon.

The first order of business was wardrobe. The dress needed to be just right. It would be short enough to show off her thick, shapely thighs, cut low enough to display the deep cleavage her new bra would push into the gap, and sheer enough to be provocative but not cause alarm.

When her large nipples stiffened with excitement, she wanted the men to notice. It would also have to allow her to do a salsa dance. Mm, that’s when the fun would begin. Or at least that’s what Dawn was hoping for.

Dawn got the wine and food next, then she cleaned the house, or maybe it was better said, staged the house. Once things got going, everything had to go off according to plan, so she made sure anything needed would be at her fingertips.

Before showering and dressing, Dawn prepared and positioned all that she could to simplify the cooking process. Then, to fortify her courage, she reread her story. It took her to that place in her mind where fantasy and reality overlapped. She needed that, needed to stoke those primal desires Erotic Scribbler had harvested from deep down in Dawn’s soul.