And Then There Were Three by Renee Lindemann

covering our bed back as Mark joined me
underneath.
    The soft pads of his fingers gingerly made
their way from my navel to my nipples. I gave an appreciative moan
as he expertly kissed me. The thought that we would be okay crossed
like a racehorse through my brain. I could sense his previous
unease and anger were long gone. This new situation actually
brought us closer to proving that our love could stand up to any
challenge. Mark made love to me with intense passion and I let him
know every step of the way that he was doing everything
beautifully. I enjoyed, whenever my vision would permit, the
contorted facial expressions of my husband as we made love. It’s
funny over the years he always commented on how much he loved my
expressiveness during sex, now I was starting to understand how
much of a turn on it could be.
    “Mark, baby I love you so much,” I mumbled,
barely able to hold on from his frantic movements. I was Mount
Vesuvius as my body erupted forth in an onslaught of intense
pleasure. Mark followed shortly thereafter in a volley of
incoherent words.
    “Fuck…Argh…Ooh,” he managed to say his
breathing labored. I took those words to mean he was properly
satisfied. We snuggled up together drifting off quickly to
sleep.
    *****
    The next few weeks, without the kids, were
spent whenever possible with Nicole. Mark and I were basically in
rapture getting to know her more. Nicole was beside herself with
joy at feeling this way again. I appreciated her candor and the
openness with which she was willing to investigate this unusual
relationship. It was refreshing to have this new potential romance
in our lives. Giving some of the joy and love we had to another
person as special as Nicole was unbelievably satisfying. We did not
rush sex but we did enjoy fooling around mostly as a trio. It was
nice sometimes to just watch Nicole and Mark or for Mark to watch
us together. On a few occasions Nicole was privy to our amorous
make out sessions. It was just a satisfying experience that left us
all wondering where it could possibly go from here.
    When the kids returned home with still
another month and a half of summer vacation left we fell back into
our summer schedule. It was harder to see Nicole but we made time
to get with her when we could. A few times when Sabrina had her
dance lessons myself or Mark was able to wrangle some alone time
inside Nicole’s studio office. It was nice to spend even a few
minutes with her given we had to go days without spending time with
her. Nicole more than understood and we appreciated that, as we
readjusted our lives. Our kids were our priority plain and simple.
No matter what has been said or suggested we love our kids and they
come first.

The Drama
    The summer was winding down when everything
came to a head. During one of Sabrina’s dance lessons I
inadvertently gave up my hand.
    “Nicole, can I talk to you in your office for
a few minutes,” I asked as nonchalantly as possible. Nicole
politely excused herself from the throng of parents. Sabrina
chatted with a fellow dancer as we made our way to the back of the
studio. Inside the office I tried to small talk Nicole for all of
five seconds before we were locked in a passionate embrace.
    “I have missed you so much,” Nicole moaned as
she devoured my lips. I enjoyed every second of the intense
kissing. We continued in this fashion for a few more minutes before
I pulled away. We would go too far given enough time considering we
had not spent much time together lately.
    “I was watching one of those entertainment
shows last night and Jane Dawson, from that sitcom was reading your
book. I was so proud,” Nicole informed me. The smile on her face
made me proud to have her so proud of me, if that makes sense. I
slipped my hands around her slender waist spending a few more
minutes just looking into her soft hazel eyes. We both looked away
at the same time as the realization of what was truly happened
dawned on us both. I took a few steps