Chapter 2: The Invisible Man

Five days before the big Halloween party, I had other things on my mind. It was Monday evening and I was dragging after only a couple hours sleep the night previously and then a full day in the office. It was amazing that I hadn’t drowned in all the coffee I’d drank, but I think it was the constant back and forth to the men’s room that really kept me awake.

At least Sandy had gotten some rest and I seriously doubted she’d rolled out of bed before noon. Once she had, however, my wife had decided to make my favorite dinner - Stuffed green peppers. I’d never cared for them one way or the other until Sandy had served them up one night. I don’t know what her secret was, but I thought they were absolutely delicious.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she began, about ten minutes after we’d sat down at the table.

I held up my hand. “I’m already over it,” I assured her. “You were excited, having fun with your friends, and...”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “But you don’t deserve that, John. You’d never do that to me.”

“I hope not,” I said, smiling at her. “It’s okay, baby. I love you. It’s not like you were out at some dance club hitting on guys, right?”

“No!” Sandy grinned, but only for a second, and then fixed her deep blue eyes on mine. “If I ever do something like that, I won’t come home.”

“Huh?” I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“I’d be too ashamed,” she told me. “I’d never be able to look at you again, John.”

“Alright,” I cleared my throat, nodding.

There didn’t seem to be anything more to say on the subject after that and I had no doubt that Sandy was telling me the truth. I’d seen her attempts at lying every now and again, and she was terrible at it, even worse than me. It’s why she didn’t try to invent any details about her Halloween plans, I’d see right through her, but if she didn’t say anything...

“Hey, um...” I paused around a bite of dinner. Man, it was good! “Last night you said something about a baby?”

“Did I?” Sandy tried to look innocent. “I don’t remember that. What did I say?”

Such a bad liar, I couldn’t help but smile.

“You said, you wanted me to, er...” I looked at the wonderful dinner she’d made and talking about cumming inside my wife seemed a little out of place.

“I wanted you to ... What?” she asked, taking a tiny bite of green pepper between her lush, red lips.

“Make a baby,” I answered, skipping to the important part. “You’re still on the pill, right?”

“I dunno...” She shrugged. “Am I?”

“Sandy!”

She laughed and I usually loved it when she got a little goofy and teased me this way, but this discussion was a little more serious than usual.

“Are you on the pill or not?” I asked.

“That’s Get Out of Jail business,” she replied. “Sorry.”

“What?” I stared at her.

“Now that we’ve settled that, I have a serious question, too.”

“It’s not settled,” I told her. “How can you getting pregnant be part of the game?”

“Do you really want to have a threesome with Katie,” Sandy asked, totally ignoring my question, and I was suddenly very confused.

The dumb look on my face must have been truly funny as my wife sat there giggling.

“You know that she’s gay, right?” Sandy asked, and I managed to nod. It was one of the reasons I thought Katie was so hot. I mean, lesbians!

“Yeah, I know that, but ... No, I don’t want a threesome,” I decided. “I just like to tease you with it, you know? I don’t want anyone else but you.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a bad liar,” she sighed. “Even worse than me.”

“I am not!” I protested. “Wait ... That didn’t come out right.”

“Ha-ha!”

“No need to be sarcastic.”

“Anyway, I’m serious now,” Sandy said, leaning forward just to prove it. “Do you want to have a threesome with me and Katie?”

“Are you going to divorce me if I say maybe?”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, smirking.

“But she’s gay,” I told my wife, although she’d just said that two minutes ago. “Katie wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole ... Would she?”

“Well, I think I might be able to arrange something just for you,” Sandy suggested, watching as a small, wary smile began to form on my face. What was going on here?

“You told me last week that you would never, ever let another woman in our bed,” I reminded her.

“Is that what I said?”

“I think so,” I said. “Something close to it anyway.”

“Let me worry about that,” she replied. “The point is that I can probably - probably, mind you - make your fantasy come true, but there’s a catch.”

“Uh-oh...” I muttered. “Here it comes.”

“You have to use your Get Out of Jail Free card.”

I stared at her, not quite understanding what she meant at first. “Can you say that again in English for me?”

“You’ve got the card, right?”

“Yeah. It’s in my jewelry box,” I agreed. “But you’re still doing your Get Out of Jail Halloween business thing, so...”

“So what?” Sandy shrugged. “It’s still your turn next, right? All I’m saying is that if you want to do a threesome with me and my best friend, you have to use your turn.”

“Oh.”

“All caught up now?” she teased, and I just frowned. “So, the question is, do you want to spend your card or save it for something really special, like a new anchor for your boat?”

“Hey! I love that boat.”

“Yeah, it looks really great in our driveway,” Sandy retorted, and the sad truth was that I’d only used it twice all summer. I was thinking about selling it, but if I told her that I’d never hear the end of it.

“I’ll, uh ... I’ll use my card,” I decided. “But if there’s no threesome, I want a refund.”

“Refund?” Sandy laughed. “There’s no refunds in this game!”

“Why not?” I asked. “If you can’t talk her into it, then why should I have to pay?”

“You’re buying a promise from me to try, that’s all.”

“But how hard are you really going to try?” I narrowed my eyes.

My wife actually looked offended at the idea that she might not really give it her best shot, but I think I had a valid point. Sandy had told me herself that she’d never let me have sex with another woman, whether it was a threesome or not. It was entirely possible that this was an underhanded ploy to cheat me out of my Get Out of Jail Free turn and basically give herself two turns in a row. I didn’t really think she’d do that, but I knew that if I ever had a chance to do that to her...

Sandy held up her right hand and fixed her eyes on mine. “I swear to you that I’ll do my absolute best to talk Katie into having a threesome with you and me. Do you want me to get the Bible, John?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Uh ... How are you going to do it?”

“Go get the card first,” she told me. “Then I’ll tell you.”

I smiled and made it upstairs and back in record time.

“Here you go,” I said, a bit red faced and panting. She reached out to take it from my fingers, but I jerked it back. “You swore.”

“I did swear,” she agreed. “I’ll do my best to make sure you get your fantasy, honey. Trust me. I love you and I want to do this for you.”

“Okay.” I let her have the Get Out of Jail Free card. “Now, how are you going to talk Katie into a threesome with us?”

“Well, she’s always wanted to have sex with me,” Sandy admitted, which I’d sort of suspected. The real question for me was...

“Did you guys ever, um ... Do it?”

“No!” My wife giggled. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind. I fooled around a little in college...”

“When?”

“Before we ever got together,” she said, patting the back of my hand. “Once I got serious about you, well ... I’ve never wanted anyone else. You know that.”

“Okay.” I smiled and closed my hand around hers. “So you’re going to tell Katie that if she wants you, she has to take me, too? Like a package deal? Will that work?”

“Uhhh...” Sandy winced and shook her head. “No, that’s not, uh ... I sorta tried that already.”

“What do you mean?”

She actually blushed. “I wanted to do a threesome for your birthday, but...”

“You did?”

“ ... Katie told me she just couldn’t do it,” Sandy sighed. “She likes you a lot, but ... You’re a man, you know? It would be like me asking you to do a threesome with me and, oh ... Darrel or somebody.”

“Darrel’s my best friend.”

“And neither one of you is gay,” she pointed out. “So he’s never gonna do you just so he can do me.”

“Wait a second.” I narrowed my eyes. “Are you saying Darrel wants to have sex with you?”

“No! Don’t be silly! I’m saying Katie won’t have sex with you, just so she can have sex with me, the same way that Darrel ... Oh! Never mind.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“Hey. Caveman.” Sandy snapped her fingers in front of my nose. “Darrel doesn’t want to fuck me.”

“Hmmm...” I started to smile, and then laugh. “Okay. Yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s nice to see you get jealous though,” my wife told me, smiling. “I kinda like it.”

“Okay, Okay.” I held up my hands, begging the question: “So if Katie won’t have sex with me, then ... How are you going to convince her to try a threesome?”

“Well...” Sandy smirked, and I started to frown. “That’s Get Out of Jail business, honey.”

The rest of the week passed, but I couldn’t get any answers out of my wife. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get any more information than I already had. Everything I wanted to know seemed to be locked behind a steel vault called Get Out of Jail business. Heck, I couldn’t even find out what my costume was going to be!

“The party is tonight,” I reminded my wife. We were sitting on the deck, drinking coffee, and just enjoying a crisp autumn morning.

“Yep,” she drawled out. “You did a really nice job on this deck, honey.”

“You got me a costume, right?”

“It’s really spiffy,” Sandy continued, talking about the deck. “I was thinking maybe we should waterproof the driveway, too. Get some of that concrete protection stuff.”

“My costume?” I persisted.

“Maybe you can work on that today while I go over to Katie’s and help her get the decorations up.”

“What are you wearing to the party?”

“I think she’s got everything pretty much done, but there’s always the little things at the last minute.”

“Sandy!” I frowned.

“What’s the matter, John?” She looked at me. “Don’t worry. I have everything ready for us. I’ll be home before dinner and then we’ll start getting ready. Okay?”

“I just want to know what’s going on.”

“I know you do, honey,” Sandy sighed, and her eyes took on an expression of sympathy. “This has been hard on you, hasn’t it? But it hasn’t been easy on me either. You have no idea how much work I’m putting into this for you.”

“For me?”

“For us,” she acceded, smiling sweetly and leaning close for a kiss. “Just remember that no matter what happens tonight, I love you.”

“Uhhh...” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that!

“I’d better get going. I gotta lots to do!” She stood up and kissed me again. “Don’t drink too much today.”

“Huh? Drink what?” I wondered, but she was already on her way upstairs.

Sandy was soon out the door and on her way to Katie’s place, which was a three bedroom duplex. It seemed much too large for one woman living alone, but it wasn’t any of my business. I just wanted to have sex with her and more than that, if the truth must be told, I really wanted to see her and Sandy going at it.

The idea of having sex with someone else, even with my wife’s permission, didn’t really appeal to me. I was interested, sure, and I wouldn’t say no if the situation came up, but mostly I just liked to tease my wife. It had come as a genuine surprise that Sandy had tried to arrange a threesome with Katie for my birthday. I’d had no idea. How could she have kept that a secret from me? Well, I guess it wouldn’t have been too hard, especially if Katie had squashed the idea before it even got started, but still ... What else didn’t I know?

But last week she’d been adamant about us not having a threesome. I tried to remember her exact words. Had Sandy said that she’d never, ever let me have sex with Katie ... Or had it been that Katie would never, ever have sex with me? Was there even a difference? It was making me crazy trying to figure it out and I figured it was because I had a Y chromosome. Only another woman, I suspected, would be able to understand whatever my wife was up to. All I could do was try to keep myself busy and keep an eye on the clock. Sandy would be home for dinner and then hopefully all of my questions would be answered.

We had a nice, simple dinner, but the atmosphere was both subdued and fraught with tension. Every time I opened my mouth, Sandy would hold up her hand and shush me. I wasn’t allowed to ask questions and it only frustrated me further. I knew Sandy planned on making the party by eight, and it was already pushing six o’clock. Depending on the costumes, that might be cutting it close. In fact, can a woman actually put on Halloween makeup in less than two hours? I didn’t think so.

“You’re not going to put a pillow case over my head and call me a ghost, are you?” I asked. “Because that would be really disappointing.”

At least I got a giggle out of her with that one. My wife had seemed preoccupied, almost remote from me ever since she’d returned from Katie’s house. I wondered if everything was okay between them. Sandy had promised to push hard for a threesome - Had my wife somehow upset her best friend? I very much hoped not.

I thought Katie was alright and we’d known each other almost as long as I’d known Sandy, but I wouldn’t say we were in any way close. I sometimes thought Katie might even resent me a little, but that was probably just my imagination. My wife was her best friend, and that’s really all we had in common. I certainly didn’t want to see a friendship ruined over a stupid fantasy of mine and I suddenly wished that I hadn’t let Sandy talk me into using the card to try and make it happen.

“Hey, baby...” I stood up from the table and went to her, standing behind her chair and massaging her shoulders. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, coming to life with a quick nod. Sandy looked up at me and smiled. “I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

“Nervous?” I grinned. “You? No way!”

“I know ... Mmmm ... That feels good,” She stretched in her chair as I squeezed gently. “Remind me to remind you to give me a massage later.”

“Full body?” I asked, getting a giggle in reply.

“With the happy finish,” she said. “I love you, John.”

“I love you, too.”

“Are you ready to get into your costume?” Sandy asked.

“What about the dishes?”

“Leave ‘em for the maid,” she told me, slipping out from under my hands. “I want you to use the bathroom first. You didn’t drink a lot today, did you?”

“I don’t think so,” I replied, and suddenly realized that she hadn’t even given me a glass of water with our dinner.

“Good, but make sure you pee,” she said. “It might be a long night.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, laughing. “Did Katie’s toilet break? She’s still got those bushes out back, right?”

“Hurry up,” Sandy said, ignoring my joke and pushing me towards the stairs. “I have to get into my costume, too, you know.”

“What is it?” I asked, just because I’d been dying to know anything for over a week by then.

“My costume?” she asked, following me up the stairs. “Sexy witch.”

“Oh.” I’d been expecting something ... else. “Uh ... How sexy?”

“You’ll see, big boy. Now use the bathroom, do what you have to do, and then I need you to get naked.”

“Naked?” I started to shake my head. “I told you, I’m not into being humiliated, Sandy.”

“I’ve seen you naked and you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Sandy reminded me. “Hurry up.”

“But what am I going to wear?”

I managed to take a leak, but a small one. I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and asked the guy what the hell was going on. “I don’t know, pal,” he replied.

Sandy rapped on the door a few minutes later. “Are you indecent?”

I swung the door open. “Why? Did someone complian?” I said. “Happy now?”

“Getting there,” she told me, smiling as she looked my naked body up and down. “Okay, we need to go into the guest room.”

“The guest room?” I half-smiled. “Why?”

“Because, silly! That’s where your costume is ... Come on, follow me.”

The door was closed and Sandy opened it, standing aside to let me enter first. I hadn’t been inside the guest bedroom since that night Jason had come over. It looked the same and I didn’t see anything that remotely resembled a costume. The closet door was open and there was nothing in there but empty hangers and old shoes on the floor. The dresser, the night stand, the bed...

“What’s are those?” I asked.

“Lie down, honey.” Sandy pushed me towards the bed and I let her guide me onto the mattress. “This is going to seem kind of strange, but I want you to lie down for me.”

“Why?” I was eyeing the leather straps, four of them, one at each corner of the bed. They were about an inch wide, with silver buckles.

“Because I’m ovulating tonight,” she told me, watching my face closely for a reaction. I only blinked at her.

“I don’t understand.”

“I stopped taking my pills over two months ago.”

“What?”

“I talked to Doctor Reynor, my gyno ... Remember? And she said I’d need some time to get back on a regular cycle, so...”

“But we’ve been having sex,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, I know,” she said, kissing me. “I was there, remember? Anyway, I’ve been seeing her every week, because I really wanted to get this right, and when I got my last period, it was perfect.”