One Twisted Valentine (2 page)

“That’s for sure,” Brooke said, laughing. “I better
start straightening up.”

Eva’s next step was to convince Peter. Given it
involved him spending the evening alone with two beautiful, naked,
willing women, she knew he would agree.

Over dinner that night, after laying out her plan,
Eva began to wonder if Peter would be interested after all. For a
long moment he sat silent with a bewildered frown.

“Wait a minute. Wait. Wait,” he said. “You want me to
pretend I’m Brooke’s husband, and you’re coming over for dinner,
and we’re going to seduce you?”

“Yes,” Eva said. “You and Brooke cook dinner, then I
come over and you two try to talk me into bed.”

“Try? What if we fail?” Peter laughed. “We give you a
hug at the door and send you on your way? ‘Sorry, hon,’ I’ll tell
Brooke. ‘Sometimes the chemistry just isn’t right. Threesomes are
delicate business. But thank God we’re still married. Let’s go to
bed.’ I would love to see that.”

“Smartass,” Eva said. “But yeah, I think it would be
hot. We’ve all been together enough to know we’re comfortable. I
think role-playing like this could be pretty fun.”

As she talked, she could see Peter processing it
through his mind.

“Sexy,” he said, using one of his pet names for her,
“you know I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

It was true. Somehow Eva had snagged a husband whose
major turn on was watching her scream and writhe and come shouting
his name, or shouting anything really. If Eva was excited about
this, she was sure he’d jump on board.

“What do you like about this?” he asked. Eva had been
tumbling just that question through her mind. From the first moment
she imagined this scenario, the thought had shot a flame through
her pelvis and thighs.

“I think it’s the idea of being denied what I want,”
Eva said. “You know the first night with Brooke, she was looking to
me for permission, for my consent to you doing things with her. She
was kind of submissive to me, even though we both know she wanted
you as much as she wanted me. The idea of reversing that and of, in
a way, sleeping with you again for the first time. Having to hold
myself back until she lets me have you. That is fucking hot.”

Peter sat for a moment, still running the idea over
and over in his head. Eva could see he was coming over. Then he got
the curving little smirk he showed when he was in a teasing
mood.

“What?” Eva asked.

“Well, I guess that means I’ll need my wife’s
permission to have any fun with you,” Peter said.

“Very funny,” Eva said.

“It’s only four days to Valentine’s Day,” Peter said.
“You can make it until then without me, can’t you?”

“Are you serious?”

One glance at him and she knew he was. For a moment a
flare of anger warmed her breast. She hadn’t thought this up just
to end up not getting any. Then she could see his smile warm for
her.

“You know it will make it much better if we…
wait.”

Eva knew in an instant he was right. She decided to
tease back and stepped close to him. Her breast, bound in a bra
under her shirt, pressed his arm and brushed full against his
bicep.

“It’s going to be tough to keep our hands off each
other,” Eva said. She shifted, dragging the swell of her breast
back and forth along his skin.

“It will.” All his teasing was gone. Peter leaned in,
stroking Eva’s cheek tenderly and planted a slow, full kiss to her
lips. After long moments of burning pleasure, Eva drew back.

“No more until Valentine’s Day.”

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At the appointed time, Eva shot from her office like
it was on fire. She was so eager for this evening she wanted to
claw at the minutes, to drag the future to her faster.

Parking her car by Brooke’s apartment building, Eva
felt a tremble of nerves. She lived in upper scale building facing
east towards Michigan Avenue and the lake that had no parking on
its own, forcing Eva to leave her car in a parking garage across
the street and walk over.

With every step towards the ornate building, Eva
heard a strange, piano-like key plink in her mind. A cold blast of
winter wind rushed off the lake and through the concrete canyon as
Eva minced across the frozen asphalt in her high heels. She pulled
her coat tight around her, feeling the icy air churn up her leg and
in through the short skirt of her thin slip of a dress.

She hadn’t been alone on a date in over ten years,
but somehow even the thin veneer of this evening’s fantasy made her
feel like she wanted to make a good impression. To her husband, no
less. This, even before she set foot in Brooke’s apartment, Eva
knew tonight was going to be more powerful than she had
anticipated. She could feel the evening falling on her, like a new
outfit, strange and shaping, bringing out of her depths a whole new
feeling of herself.

With women, and with Brooke especially during their
first threesome, Eva had always been dominant and confident.
Somehow now she was as eager to submit to Brooke as she typically
had been with Peter.

Is this what’s been so attractive about this
scenario?
Eva wondered.
Do I want to submit to a man and
woman at the same time?

A few steps and an elevator ride later and Eva stood
before Brooke’s cream-colored door, ready to knock. It felt like
there was a ship’s horn blaring in her stomach. Her nipples
contracted to tight pebbles. She doffed her coat, smoothed the navy
blue dinner dress and tried to get a handle on her breathing. She
wanted to relax, wanted to unwind and have fun, but all she could
think about was getting herself naked and snuggled between Peter
and Brooke.

At the same time, she tried to think of ways to
ingratiate herself and make them like her. Somehow part of her mind
believed she was going on her first date with a married couple.
Before another upwelling of panic could seize her, Eva knocked.

There was a long silence, then a few low sounds.
Finally, she heard footsteps.

“I think she’s here,” Brooke said inside. Then just
like that, the door swung open and Brooke was there in a tight
black dress, her red hair beautiful but somehow unkempt.

“Hi,” Brooke said, throwing herself into her ‘role’
while still giving Eva a friendly wink. “You must be Eva.”

“That’s me,” Eva said.

Brooke took her hand and pulled her into her warm
home. Out of the hallway, she wrapped Eva in a close hug, her
breasts pressing to Eva’s, her hands massaging the small of Eva’s
back. Being shorter than Eva, Brooke’s face folded in beside Eva’s
neck and she breathed in.

“You smell nice,” Brooke said. As she drew back, Eva
realized her lipstick was smudged. Brooke caught the look and
brought a finger to her lips to correct it.

“Oops,” Brooke said. “Sometimes I just can’t keep his
hands off me. Why don’t you come in and meet my husband.”

Brooke took Eva’s coat and hung it up, but could
never fully pull her eyes away.

“You are gorgeous,” Brooke said with real warmth. “I
love your hair.”

Brooke drew her hand up to gently stroke the curve of
Eva’s bob cut. Her nerves heightened from anticipation, from
denying herself Peter’s body for days, from the mirror-world of
this fantasy, Brooke’s touch sent a sharp thrill through her skin.
She wondered if this was how Brooke seduced others.

A silent moment passed and Eva found herself bringing
her hand up to hold Brooke’s. Brooke pressed her palm and fingers
to the side of Eva’s head and Eva’s hand held it there. They looked
at each other for a long, silent moment and shared an exchange of
true tenderness. For a brief moment the scenario and the playtime
faded and Eva found herself wondering just how deep her and Peter’s
relationship with Brooke would go.

“Are you hungry?” Brooke asked, quietly.

Eva nodded.

“Then come on,” Brooke said, taking Eva’s hand and
walking her down a short hall to the living room.

“Honey, this is Eva,” Brooke said, tossing off the
line with such natural ease, Eva wondered if she had ever done any
acting. “She’s the one who answered our ad.”

Peter was standing in Brooke’s fashionable living
room. He was wearing a shirt she did not recognize and Eva had
another funhouse mirror moment. Seeing Brooke’s home for the first
time, with Peter standing there in a stranger’s shirt like he owned
the apartment with Brooke, Eva had a strong sense she was meeting
him for the first time.

“Oh my,” Peter said, walking over to her. “You are
beautiful.”

His familiar arms wrapped around her and Eva felt her
own arms rise up in reflex and hold him close. Feeling his cheek
against hers calmed something in her. She smoothed the shirt fabric
against his back and breathed in a lung full of his smell.

When he pulled away, he brought a hand to her cheek
and gave her a comforting stroke. It filled Eva with warmth. She
drank in his smile, her eyes moving over his familiar features. At
the bottom of his throat, she noticed a red smudge of lipstick on
his skin and collar. Eva’s eyebrow rose and he could see her wheels
turning.

“You have something on your collar,” Eva said,
swiping up a smear of the red lipstick. She held it up for him to
see.

There was the shimmer of a nerves across his face.
His eyes traced up and down her dress, soaking in every curve the
fabric hugged.

“Now, now Peter,” Brooke said, pulling at his arm.
“Don’t come on too strong. We don’t even know if she likes us
yet.”

Peter stepped back and saw Brooke looking at her
lipstick smear on Eva’s fingers. As they watched, Eva brought her
finger to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“I like everything I’ve seen so far,” Eva said,
directing her eyes for Brooke’s approval.

“That’s sweet,” Brooke said, with a shy smile. She
slid to Peter’s side and his arm unconsciously went around her as
it so often did with Eva. “I think we like you, too.”

Brooke then looked up to Peter and he leaned down and
gave her a sweet, quick kiss. It was as natural as can be.

“Let’s eat,” Brooke said.

The sense of denial, of
something sweet being held from her, lingered with Eva through
dinner, like a scent of a strange new flower. Before tonight, she
half feared the silliness of this scenario would win out and they
would drop it in a cloud of embarrassed giggles.

But something about Brooke’s ease with Peter, her
little flattering touches on his arm and the way she looked to him
as he talked, revealed Peter to Eva in a new way. It was almost
like stepping down a path to the past, where she was meeting him,
listening to him, being charmed by him for the very first time.

It let Eva see Brooke in a new light, too. Even while
they had played with each other several times over the last several
weeks, and the sex had been the hottest of her life, Brooke somehow
seemed so much closer to Eva and Peter as she sat across the table
and pretended to be his wife. What started out as a kinky lark for
Valentine’s Day was somehow becoming something more.

Feeling Peter held from her, waiting for Brooke to
give her ‘permission’ to have him tied a velvet knot deep inside
Eva’s body. The connections between them all, already taboo as a
regular and scorching threesome behind closed doors, twisted and
tangled again as this new game reversed their usual interactions.
For a moment as they ate and she listened to Brooke and Peter tell
a fake story of how they met and married, Eva felt a powerful
confusion shake through her.

I don’t know if I like this,
Eva thought to
herself.
What is this I’m feeling?

She looked to Brooke and noticed she was holding
hands with Peter on the table. Eva remembered holding Peter’s hands
at the first dinner they shared with Brooke the night they met and
bedded her.

This feeling was intense and shaking, but Eva could
not place it. A panic began a sick ascent inside her. Looking at
Brooke and Peter, Eva realized the powerful trust she was putting
in Brooke to play this fantasy. Why would she put so much trust,
even as much as she trusted Peter to be ultimately faithful, in a
near stranger like Brooke?

Then like a thunderclap, her fear broke and she
understood. Could her sub-conscious have made this connection on
its own? She trusted Brooke because she could feel it. She trusted
Brooke because she was sweet and giving and respectful. She
realized over the two months they had known her, she had never done
anything to disrespect the relationship she had with Peter. No
secret texts of offers to play one on one. Brooke had been
scrupulous in her respect and affection for her and her
husband.

Eva realized she could feel the border between
friendship and something more with Brook, was fading. They were all
becoming something special and intimate and sweet. Eva could not
say she loved Brooke, but she was sure she felt more for her than
just friendship. Then, as if looking from one corridor in her mind
to another, Eva realized she loved Peter just as much, if not more,
than when they had begun this journey together. There was a pungent
relief to feel the building possibilities with her and Brooke and
Peter, all together, would not threaten the love and contentment
she had built with Peter for almost ten years.

As Peter was laying out the story of the ‘honeymoon’
he took with ‘his wife’ to Rome, Eva found Brooke’s hand on the
table and closed her fingers over it. Brooke looked at her with a
surprised smile. Peter quieted.

“What is it?” Brooke asked.

In the moment, it was too much for Eva to say. She
just squeezed Brooke’s hand, rubbing the pad of her thumb across
Brooke’s soft skin.

“I really like you,” Eva said. She looked to Peter.
“Both of you.”