Chapter 1: Happy Birthday to Nate

Terri was looking out the kitchen window rehearsing her little speech over and over. Her mind was so preoccupied she failed to notice the cold north wind that kicked up blowing hard against the trees, or the ominous dark clouds rolling in right behind it. If she had, maybe she would have taken them as an omen of things to come and changed her mind before it was too late.

Right now, changing her mind was the last thing she intended to do. This was an opportunity to realize a fantasy she'd been having for the last four years and she was determined to go through with it. All she had to do was smooth it over with her loving husband.

To say she wasn't nervous would have been a lie. She was expecting an argument but she was also fairly confident she would be able to reason with him. He loved her, was devoted to her, once he saw how important this was to her, he wouldn't like it, but he would agree to it, she just knew he would.

Everything was all set. Her husband's favorite dinner was in the oven, his favorite wine had just been opened to allow it to breathe a little, and her overnight bag was packed and out of the way in the hall closet.

For the last two weeks she had been giving him more sex than he'd had in the last six months. How could he refuse her, after all, she made a promise to her best friend, she's not going to ruin the surprise.

Terri felt her pulse quicken as she heard the garage door open and close.

"Hey, babe," her husband greeted her with a smile.

"Well, for having to work on a Saturday you're sure in a good mood," she said throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss.

"Yup," he said cheerfully, "and just to show you what a great mood I'm in, and how much I love you, I made reservations at Ivanhoe's for tomorrow night."

This is good, she thought, even if he's pissed a nice romantic dinner, some dancing, then a night of hot sex will calm him right down. She just hoped she'd be able to accommodate him. From what her friend said, between his size and his aggressiveness, her pussy might be too sore to have sex with her husband Sunday night, if so she'd just have to give him one hell-of-a blow job. Right now, she thought to herself, she'll serve him his favorite dinner, get a couple glasses of wine in him, then spring it on him.

"Oh honey that's wonderful," she said still with her arms around his neck and giving him a second kiss, "thank you. It's been a long time since we've gone out dancing, it'll be so much fun, I can't wait. And tonight" she said glancing over her shoulder at the oven, "I cooked your favorite meal. Why don't you go and change out of that stuffy suit and it'll be dished up by the time you come back down."

"Ummm, it smells delicious," he said tasting his wife's lips one more time. "I'll be right back." He headed up the stairs feeling like a young man again.

Brad enjoyed his dinner so much he hadn't even noticed his wife's nervousness or the lack of conversation from her. He sat back, put a big grin on his face, and with his second glass of wine in hand, complimented his host on her great cooking.

"Thank you, honey," she replied, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Time was getting short. She would have to leave in just a little bit, so she thought, it's now or never.

"Honey, what time is our reservation tomorrow night?"

"Well, I made it early, five o'clock. Since we both have to be at work Monday morning, I figured that way we can relax, enjoy our meal and still have time for some fun on the dance floor afterward. Who knows, we might even make it home in time for a little dancing under the sheets," he said with grin.

"Mmmm," she hummed seductively, "sounds perfect, honey. Ah, I have to go out tonight though, and I'll be out all night, so I'm going to take my little black cocktail dress with me and I'll meet you there tomorrow at five, okay?"

"Meet me there, what are you talking about? What do you mean you're going to be gone all night? Where are you going?"

Now Brad was starting to recognize his wife's demeanor. He saw her hand shaking slightly as she took a sip of coffee and her voice cracked as if under a strain, "Ah, well you know my friend Angie that I work with?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course, she was the one we sat with at last year's Christmas party, right? Her husband is black, ah, Nate I believe his name is."

"That's right; Well, it's Nate's thirty-fifth birthday tonight."

"You mean you're going to a birthday party without me? Why am I not invited?"

"Well, it's not exactly a party, honey. Nate's fantasy has always been to have two women in bed with him at the same time. Angie's been talking about arranging it for his birthday, but she didn't know who she could ask to be the other woman. She needed someone she could trust."

"Okay. You still haven't said where you're going to be all night, or explained why you'd have to meet me at the restaurant," he said warily.

"Well ... now, don't blow a gasket, but I volunteered."

"Volunteered? What do you mean, volunteered, for what?" She couldn't possibly mean what he thought she meant.

"You know, to be the other woman, I'm going over there tonight and Angie and I are going to give Nate his birthday present."

"WHAT?" Brad's voice rose greatly in volume, "Like hell you are. Are you NUTS? You think I'm going to let you go have sex with another man, I can't believe this! This is a joke, right? You're not really serious, you can't be."

"It's no joke, Brad. It's only for tonight then I'll meet you at Ivanhoe's tomorrow for dinner. Angie's my best friend. She was desperate, she needed someone and I promised her I would do it."

Brad's heart felt like it was in his throat. He could feel every beat pounding with anxiety.

"I see," he said angrily, "and what about the promise you made to me on our wedding day, you know, to forsake all others, what about that promise?"

"Come on, Brad, it's not like I'm cheating on you. I'm not going behind your back and having an affair. This is only for one night and it'll never happen again. You're my husband, I love you. This is just a favor for a friend, that's all."

She could see by his face her argument wasn't working so she decided to switch gears and appeal to his loving nature.

"Brad, please, this is very important to me, honey. You know what a good friend Angie is and I really want to do this for her and Nate, come on, please," she cooed. Figuring she now had him in the palm of her hand; she wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes with the same sultry look she always used to get her way.

"Important, huh;" Terri nodded her head assuming he was about to give in. "Is it more important than our marriage?" he asked raising his voice again. "Is she a better friend than I am? Hell, I don't even know why we're discussing this, Terri; the answer is no, you're not going anywhere tonight."

Terri was disappointed; he didn't seem to be bending at all. She had her heart set on tonight and she wasn't about to back down; "I'm sorry, Brad, but that's not an option. It's too late for Angie to get someone else and I'm not going to ruin Nate's birthday."

"How long have you known about this?"

"What difference does that make?"

"HOW LONG?"

"I wish you would stop yelling at me; a couple of weeks. I didn't want to tell you sooner because I didn't want to fight about it and have you moping around the house for two weeks."

"Two weeks, oh I get it now, that's what all the sex was about. Silly me, I thought you were just showing me how much you loved me, but instead you were trying to butter me up so I'd let you go and have sex with another man."

"No, that was not the reason; tonight has nothing to do with the fact that I love you. I just wanted to show you how much I love you, and also that you have nothing to worry about. Look, like I said, it's too late to back out now anyway, it would ruin his birthday."

"I see, we can't ruin old Nate's birthday, you'd rather ruin our marriage, because that's what you're doing, Terri. I never thought I had to worry about infidelity with you but I guess I was wrong. If you do this our marriage is over."

"Oh don't be so melodramatic, for Pete's sake, Brad; you know damn well you don't mean that. We've been married fourteen years. I love you and you love me. Why don't you call one of your buddies tonight and go out for a couple of beers to cool off; just be careful driving home."

She glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantle. "Listen, honey, I'm sorry, I was hoping to make you understand how important this is to me before I left, but I have to get going or I'll be late. Please try to understand, Brad; I'm only doing a favor for a friend. I'm your wife, you're my husband, I love you and I always will."

She ran up stairs and grabbed her cocktail dress bringing it down on the hanger. She grabbed her overnight bag from the closet and stopped by the door. Brad was across the room, too far away for her to see the tears in his eyes. "Do I get a kiss?" she asked. Brad just stood there, not moving. "Okay, fine, be that way. I'll meet you at five o'clock tomorrow night at Ivanhoe's. We'll have a nice romantic dinner, do some dancing, and when we get home, I'll fuck your brains out. Until then, please try to cool off, honey, I don't want a grumpy husband tomorrow night. I want to have some fun. This is no big deal, honey, believe me."

Brad watched as his wife hung her dress up in the back of the car so it wouldn't get wrinkled and tossed her overnight case on the passenger seat. She looked at him standing inside the door and smiled, blowing him a kiss. "I love you," she shouted as she started the car. "I'll see you tomorrow night," she yelled while backing out of the drive. She tooted the horn as he stared at her tail lights disappearing down the street.

Brad flopped down in a chair staring straight ahead as if in shock. He saw nothing and heard even less. He found it hard to breathe as he sat motionless, not believing his wife of fourteen years could have so little respect, not only for his feelings, but for him in general. All he ever did was give her everything she ever wanted, including his undying love. Brad started to sob as he considered his marriage now terminated.

It was over an hour's drive to Nate and Angie's house. Terri wondered how her friend could make the drive every day back and forth to work. The long trip gave her time to think about the argument she just had with Brad. He had always been so amiable in the past, she really believed, once he saw she had her heart set on this, that he would reluctantly agree. Damn, she thought to herself, maybe I should go back. No, damn it! She promised ... she'll make it up to him tomorrow night; then of course there's the other thing, the second reason, the one she didn't tell Brad about. The reason that had her so conflicted; she felt terribly guilty every time she thought about it, but if she was going to be honest with herself, it was the real reason she wanted to do this.

Yes, it was true about Nate's birthday wish, but for four years now she had been listening to Angie brag about her husband's prowess in the bedroom, how big he was, how aggressive he was, and how much stamina he had; he didn't make love to his wife, he "took" her.

She fantasized about Brad using the same kind of forcefulness in the bedroom, but he was more loving, gentle, more caring. In fact, he was a great lover, she had no complaints; but once, just once she wanted to experience a real fucking and this was the chance of a lifetime. It was a one time deal, no strings attached, no sneaking around behind anyone's back, everything was out in the open, her husband knew, Nate's wife would even be part of the action, and she would get to see what it felt like to be pounded into submission by a big cock; it was simply too good of an opportunity to pass up.

She took a deep breath as she finally pulled into their drive. One last pang of guilt flashed through her as she thought about Brad. I wish he had been able to see this from my point of view, she cursed silently to herself. She was a little worried about his attitude, but she was unwavering as to not let it ruin her fun.

Nate seemed a little embarrassed when he and Angie met her at the door. "Here, let me get that for you," he said taking her bag. He kissed her on the cheek with a sheepish grin. They sat in the living room with some wine and talked a little to relax.

"How did Brad take it when you told him what you were going to do?" asked Angie.

"Well, he wasn't real pleased but he'll be okay," Terri answered.

"I thought you told me he was okay with it," Angie said. "Listen, I don't want this to wreck your marriage or cause any problems. If you're not sure we can call this off."

"Absolutely," Nate interjected, "the only way I'll agree to this is if everyone involved is okay with it."

"He's okay with it," she lied, "I've been giving him so much sex lately, he's just a little disappointed he won't be getting any tonight, that's all. He's fine. He's taking me out for dinner and dancing at Ivanhoe's tomorrow night. I have my dress in the car. I'll get all cleaned up here and meet him there. By the time I get done with him tomorrow night in bed he'll be begging me to do this again next year," she joked.

"Well, if you're sure," Angie said cautiously, I just don't want you coming back to me later saying I screwed up your marriage."

"No, don't be silly, everything is fine."

"Okay," said Angie, "as long as Brad is alright with what you're doing."

To get the ball rolling, Nate got up and refilled everyone's glass, then turned the conversation to sex. He complimented Terri on how beautiful and sensuous she was. She closed her eyes as he unbuttoned her blouse and lightly ran his hand across her braless breasts. She could feel his hot breath as he parted her lips and tousled her tongue with his own.

Terri was a little surprised when Angie sat beside her and kissed her on the cheek while rubbing her hand up and down Terri's thigh; eventually pushing her skirt higher and higher until she could reach Terri's wet panties. "Umm," cooed Angie, "somebody is anxious to get going. Come on," she said, "let's go to bed."

All three kissed, and touched, and caressed one another while removing their clothes. Terri was a little disappointed when she saw Nate's cock. Yes, it was bigger than her husbands, but not by much. The way Angie described it she expected it to reach his knees. Still, she was looking forward to getting thoroughly fucked with it anyway. She couldn't wait to feel him driving it savagely into her pussy over and over again. She wondered how many times he would fuck her from one explosive orgasm to another.

Once they were on the bed Terri wasted no time. She crawled between his legs and sucked his semi-hard tool into her mouth. Angie straddled his face and ran her fingers in Terri's hair as Nate's tongue worked hard on his wife's clit.

Nate's cock got hard as steel but just before Terri was about to go for the ride of her life, Angie told her to change places. Again, disappointed but not dejected, Terri climbed up and took pleasure with Nate's oral talents while Angie rode his cock to ecstasy.

Terri could feel Nate's body stiffen then spasm as he shot load after load of cum into his wife's climaxing body. Terri felt herself shudder with a small climax as well. She was beginning to wonder if she made a big mistake as she rolled off of Nate and laid next to him on her back. As everyone's breathing started to return to normal, Nate sat on Terri's chest pushing his cock in her mouth again. Her eyes widened with surprise as she felt Angie's tongue exploring the folds of her vagina. She would have said something but it was kind of difficult with Nate's cock down her throat.

Work as she did, Angie was unable to give her friend an orgasm before Nate came again, this time filling Terri's throat with his hot seed. Terri waited until everyone was rested again but she was becoming quite disillusioned and had to ask, "Nate, when are you going to stick that thing in my pussy?"

"Ah, well, to tell you the truth, Terri, I don't really feel comfortable doing that. I know you and Angie want to give me my fantasy but I just couldn't fuck a married woman. I figured we would do each other orally, but any real fucking will have to be between Angie and me."

Well this certainly wasn't turning out the way she had expected. They were her friends and she didn't want to seem pissed off but she couldn't hide her disappointment.

"I'm sorry," Angie said. "He didn't tell me how he felt until just before you got here. I promise, though, we'll make it worth your while." Terri smiled but she really regretted this whole thing now.

As the night wore on Terri was able to climax a few times but she would have much preferred making love to her husband. Boy, she thought, is she going to show him how much she appreciates him from now on. She is going to be the most loving wife a man could ever want.

Angie wasn't lying about one thing, Nate sure did have stamina. He finally ran out of stream a little after three in the morning. Unfortunately for her, the only stamina Terri had to be concern with was his tongue.

They all slept until after noon when Angie finally got up and made a late breakfast for everyone. After that, they all sat around and visited for a while until it came time for Terri to get ready for her date with Brad. She got her dress from the car and took her time getting showered and putting on her make up. She wanted to look nice for her husband.

"Wow!" Nate exclaimed, "Your husband is a lucky man."

She smiled and said thank you. Angie apologized again and said she hoped Terri had fun at least. Terri didn't want to show her gross disappointment and assured her friend she had a good time.

Once in the car it was as if her entire body and soul was immediately permeated with guilt. She cursed to herself, damn, what was I thinking. Then fear set in. I sure hope he's not too upset, she thought. Gad, how could I have been so stupid, she told herself as she anxiously drove to the restaurant.

"Excuse me," she addressed the maitre'd, "My husband made reservations for dinner under the name of Bradley Gilliston, could you tell me if he's arrived yet, please?"

He went down his list of reservations. "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't see ... Oh wait," he said, "here he is but that reservation was cancelled ma'am. Your husband called and cancelled it earlier today."

"Cancelled?" she asked, "No you must be mistaken. Why would he cancel, he knew how much I was looking forward to this. I'm sure there's been a mistake, I'm going to go to the bar and see if he's there."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied the maitre'd. Several guys sitting alone in the lounge watched as she stepped inside and looked around.

"Pardon me," said one of the self-appointed lady's men as he sauntered up to her, "You don't have to look any more, I'm right here," he said with disgusting smirk.

Terri was not in the mood. "Go fuck yourself," she said curtly. The man held up his hands in a mock defensive position and walked away calling her something under his breath. She didn't hear what he said and she didn't care.

She took her phone from her purse and tried Brad's cell but it went right to voicemail. She tried the house phone next. It just rang several times before the answering machine kicked in. He must be on his way, she thought, as she dialed his cell again, and this time left a message. "Honey, where are you? It's five o'clock. I'm at Ivanhoe's waiting for you. They lost your reservation so I'll be in the bar when you get here. Please hurry, darling, I love you and miss you."

She was getting more worried as she hoisted herself onto a bar stool and ordered a Bloody Mary. Could he still be that pissed off that he cancelled the reservation for tonight, she wondered. I'll have one drink, she thought, if he's not here by the time I'm done I'll just go home and rip his clothes off. She laughed quietly to herself; I sure don't have to worry about my pussy being too sore for tonight.

Terri's anxiety grew as the minutes ticked by without being joined by her loving man. She didn't bother finishing her drink; she threw a five on the bar and headed for the door. By the time she pulled into her drive anxiety had turn to downright fear. It was dark enough that there should be lights on but the house stood dark.

She rushed to the front door and fumbled with the key trying too hard to get it unlocked quickly. She burst in the house calling Brad's name but was met with an eerie silence. It was chilling and seemed to wrap around her soul like a wet blanket. She ran upstairs to the bedroom to see if he had fallen to sleep but their bed was empty. She ran back down stairs and rushed from room to room calling his name. Never before had her home seemed so lonely.