Linda and I made dinner together on Friday. My specialty was a spicy seafood cioppino over a bed of fettuccine. Linda had taken the afternoon off to make her ‘Death by Chocolate’ cake with her special touch, a drizzle of Courvoisier over the top and sides while it was iced. Four bottles of my favorite claret stood waiting on the kitchen counter, a silent rank of soldiers as reinforcements for the night to come.Michael arrived early, surprisingly nervous and animated – not the ‘Stephan’ I remembered at all. He pumped my hand a few times after I let him in, patting my upper arm and smiling warmly. It was almost an unsaid apology, I thought, or at least an attempt to put me at ease. I had remembered him as taller and more imposing, but he was my height and nearly the same build. He had been a much better actor than I had given him credit for.Linda hugged him and pecked him on the cheek, and he took her hands in his for a minute, admiring her. “I suppose you know what a lucky man you are, don’t you?” he told me, smiling past her as he held her there in front of me.”I’m sure I do,” I told him. My tone wasn’t nearly as welcoming as his had been. Had I noticed a second of discomfort in his eyes when I answered him? Could he have possibly been afraid, or was it a brief flash of remorse?”Oh – I almost forgot these,” he said, after releasing Linda. He turned to recover a dozen roses for Linda and a bottle of scotch for me, just outside the door where he had left them before knocking. Linda beamed at him, gushing over the bouquet of red blooms and buds. I was pretty happy with the eighteen-year-old single malt myself.Linda and Michael sat and talked in the living room while I boiled the water for the fettuccine. It was all business, with back and forth about projects and deadlines. They seemed more like coworkers than lovers. I was relieved the subject of sex between them hadn’t come up. Yet, there was still a hint of uneasiness, mixed with the unexpected potential that anything, good or disastrous, might descend upon us. Each time I’d hear Linda’s voice rise in awe of Michael, I’d imagine his cock in her, and her unbridled joy of its length and girth. The Ataşehir Escort linguini rushed past al dente as my imagination boiled alongside it.Our dinner seemed to be a hit with Michael; as much as he liked my main course, he heaped praise on Linda for her chocolate-cognac cake. A few humorous stories about Linda and Michael’s college days here and there kept the conversation light, but still reminded me of when and where they first fucked. There was an air of sensual familiarity between them that I viewed with equal amounts of arousal and caution; it was mostly the way Linda gazed at him when he spoke, or touched his arm when she laughed with him. Or, maybe it was just the wine going to my head.Later, after we moved to more comfortable surroundings in our living room, the small talk carried us through another hour before it ran out of steam and stalled into silence. I brought more wine from the kitchen along with a plate with slices of Linda’s cake to snack on. Linda and I sat beside each other on the sofa, and I had offered Michael the recliner across from us. When we all ran out of words, he glanced at Linda, then me, and sighed.”I guess we all know why I’m here tonight. So, I might as well start. David, I can imagine what you must think of me, after what I put you through,” he began.”What we put you through,” Linda added.He clasped his hands together, leaned forward in the chair, looked at the floor, and shook his head slowly from side to side.”I cared about Linda. I didn’t know you at all, and wanted to help her recover from whatever happened. I could see how much she was hurting – I’ve never seen her that upset. I’m not judging you – but it was all for her. Only for her. I was pretty rough on you. Jesus, the longer it went on, the more it escalated out of control. She was working out her pain, and I admit, I was caught up in how it felt to have her there beside me like that again. But I’m not that guy. I’m really not. I just care about her.”I could feel Linda’s eyes on me as he spoke.”Michael, David and I have talked about this. A lot. It took some time, but I don’t think he hates you,” she said.”You Ataşehir Escort Bayan wouldn’t be here if I did,” I told him. “It took a long time though. You can thank Linda for getting me through most of it. And you’re very lucky I’ve never been a violent man. It took a lot of time for Linda and me to get through all of it, but we’re better now, aren’t we?”I looked at her when I asked, hopeful she’d show Michael she agreed. Linda put her hand on mine and gave it a little squeeze.”Besides, you were both lucky I didn’t take my waitress’s offer to fuck me, then never come back. A lot of other men would have,” I told them.”David! The pretty little Goth girl? The one I had to see about paying our tab after you forgot? Would you really have fucked her?””With you and Michael upstairs, well, doing whatever? I was sick with fear and guilt, and revenge wasn’t far from my mind. She almost had me persuaded, but I had pickled my brain with so much booze I wouldn’t have been much good to her anyway, even if had wanted to fuck her – which I did, then didn’t. I don’t even remember some of it.””I guess I would have deserved it, David. But I’m glad you didn’t. It means a lot to me that you didn’t make things worse.”I poured everyone another glass of wine as quiet descended again. Was Michael going to talk about what he and Linda had been up to? He seemed to be avoiding any mention of having sex with her, and what I had agreed to. If anything, he seemed to withdraw before ever hinting at it. We were all a little drunk, and strangely, instead of lessening our inhibitions, it smothered us into silence. I couldn’t find the words myself, yet it was supposed to be the night we came to terms with our decision that Linda could have sex with him. In any case, there weren’t going to be any secrets. Whatever this was to be, I had to be a part of it. As the night staggered into hesitancy and indecision, there remained only one way to do it.Linda’s white blouse was inches away, so I reached over and began unbuttoning it. One button, then two, then three, all the way down to where it was tucked into her slacks. She shot me a surprised Escort Ataşehir look, but didn’t stop me. Michael sat across the room, staring in silence. She had bought the outfit for that night. It was simple, yet sexy, and I had noticed she hadn’t worn a bra under it when she had dressed earlier that evening. The supple material displayed the round contours of her bare breasts beneath it, and the slacks, although roomy, were thin enough to outline her slim legs and perfect ass whenever the material happened to collapse against her. I hadn’t commented on her outfit, but imagined it was part of the seduction she had planned. I knew he’d probably take the bait, but hadn’t at all imagined I’d be the one to offer it.I turned off all the lights except the one near her at the end of the sofa, then stood in front of her, parting her knees gently with both hands. She was breathing deeply, looking up at me with surprise and wonder. I smiled, just a little, and she returned it with a longer, more cautious one of her own.I placed my hands inside her thighs and trailed my fingers slowly up along them to the warm V where they met. Her hips twitched, just for a second, against me. I traced lingering paths up along the creases of her groin, finally hooking my fingers inside the wide waistband. I tugged, just once, very lightly. Her lips parted, and she silently mouthed the words, “Are you sure?” as she stared up at me. I nodded, and answered silently, “I’m sure.”The catch at the waist opened easily, and I drew the zipper down as far as it would travel. I opened the last two buttons of her blouse, then spread the sides open, displaying the full expanse of her body from exquisite, porcelain shoulders to the lace at the edge of her panties. She flinched when my fingertips brushed her belly. Her flesh looked delicious in the warm light of the nearby lamp.She slouched a bit, moving her hips just off the edge of the sofa, a position she knew would appear more helpless and yielding. I stopped for a moment to watch her breasts heave and her nipples harden. It was all there – the excitement, the submissiveness, and the desire I knew had surrounded and invaded her, the sum of all our collective erotic fantasies and experiences unleashed inside her. I wanted to put my hands on her, to kiss her breasts and belly, to feel her velvety skin respond to my touch and see her burning core drip for me. But in the next instant, I understood all of it would be for someone else that night.