SWNOVELS Chapter 43
"You're sure about that? I absolutely will not be offended if you prefer to say 'No'."
"Yes, Richard, I'm sure.... but how were you planning on asking Michael?" Then her eyes sparkle. "In fact, you'll have your chance very soon. He's dropping by to pick me up. I'm expecting him any time now." Oh, great....
Next stop: James, and quickly....
There a perfunctory tap on the door and Michael walks in. "It's only me." The blond man nods acknowledgement. "Richard." Then he strides cross to Charlotte, kissing her on the mouth with just a hint that the kiss would have been longer and deeper were I not there.
He backs off, a finger under her chin, looking into her face. "Something wrong?" He turns to me, frowning.
But there's devilment in her eyes. "Nothing's wrong. We were just chatting."
"So, what are you looking so solemn about?"
"Richard here has a favour to ask you."
His face lightens, and he swivels to face me. "Of course, Richard. How can I help?"
And just like that, my nerves are back.
"Michael, I...."
I want to ask you to fuck my wife....
I try again, "Michael, I was talking to Charlotte and...."
.... and she's happy to let you fuck my wife....
I give up. "C'mon, Charlotte. Help me out here."
That spark is still in her eyes. "It's Beth's birthday soon. Richard wants to give her a nice present."
Michael shrugs. "So?"
Her smile turns wicked. "He wants to give her an unusual present. Something he knows she wants but would never ask for...."
Palms held upwards, "Okay.... So?"
She pins him with her gaze, sucking her lips inwards....
His easy smile morphs to dismay and he gives me a wild glance. "You mean...? You can't be serious...."
"You know she fancies you. We've all seen the looks she gives you."
His expression turns to alarm. "Richard, on my word of honour, I have never...."
Whoa....
'Course you haven't....
Michael looks utterly panicked. Not at all what I intended.
He's that upset at the suggestion he might chase forbidden fruit?
My estimation of the man, already high, eases up a notch further.
"Relax. I know you haven't. And neither has Elizabeth. Trust me, we'd not be having this conversation if I thought otherwise. But she's faithful, not blind, and I've seen the way she looks at you. And.... well, I know that the three of you are, um, open to ideas...."
Looking less alarmed but scratching the back of his head, he eyes me askance. "Richard, for the avoidance of misunderstanding, you are asking me, as a favour to you.... as a birthday present to her.... to bed your wife?"
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Oh.... Godddd......
The embarrassment is excruciating. Momentarily I dwell on how Charlotte must have felt when, barely knowing me, she had to sit by while I watched the movie of her auction. Revenge is sweet?
But her eyes, while brimming with mischief, are guileless.
"I wasn't going to put it like that, but, yes."
Calmer now, but with a wary slant to his expression, he turns to the grinning Charlotte. "You knew about this?"
She sobers up a bit. "Richard asked me first, whether I would mind."
"And you're.... okay with it?"
"Yes...." She lays a hand on his arm.... "If you're okay with it...." She eyes me. "Come on. She looks so much like me. Surely you fancy her?"
He shuffles from one foot to the other, his eyes shifting to mine. "I'm not blind.... But, Charlotte, we just got married. Are you sure...?"
And now, the naughtiness vanishes. The hand on his arm squeezes tight. "Yes, I'm sure. Before the wedding, the three of us all promised each other that nothing would change, didn't we? And I've had lots of men.... You and James arranged them...."
Christ Almighty....
".... And I've had a lot of fun because of that. Now it's my turn. You can have some fun too."
He wraps arms around her, his face pressed against her head, rocking her back and forth. "You are certain about this? I would never be unfaithful to you."
But she pulls free of him, her gaze locked on him steady and direct. "I know that. But this isn't being unfaithful, is it? It's just an extension of what we were already doing. And it means that I can give you what you have always given me."
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And at that, the tension falls away from him. "Well, if you put it like that.... Alright, if you are positive that it's what you want." He swings back to me. "Um, you said, 'the three of us'. Where do you see Charlotte and James fitting into this?" My face burns. "Er.... I was rather hoping you might tell me. For Elizabeth and myself, this is unexplored territory. Er.... I should say though that.... I'm not sure how to put this.... I don't want James anywhere near Elizabeth. He's...." As my words dry up Charlotte's head tilts, forehead knitted, then abruptly she creases up. ".... too much like you?" she says. "You don't want a thorough-going Dom near your wife?"
*Toe-curling embarrassment*
"Yes, that's about it," I admit.
Michael slings his arm around my shoulder, giving me a shake. "I wouldn't let it bother you. He feels just the same about you and Charlotte." "He does?"
"He does...."
Of course he fuckin' does....
And suddenly, I feel a whole lot better. I take a deep breath. "So, what would you suggest for arrangements?"
Michael tugs at his chin. "Why don't you come to our place for dinner?" He brows-flashes me and grins. "She won't suspect anything that way." Perfect....
"Good idea. And you have somewhere suitable?"
The blond man's grin grows wider. "Oh, I think we can come up with something...." He winks at the equally amused Charlotte. "Does he know about James' play-room?"
"I'd not mentioned it to him." Her voice is bland, but the grin stays plastered over her face.
"Play-room?" I ask.
Another shake around the shoulders. "When James saw what you have downstairs, he thought all his Christmases had come at once when he realised our own house had a basement."