These were the days that Nattie treasured most, she thought to herself as she rinsed off under the poolside shower. Leisurely days with no rushing to catch flights, no bumps to take, no cameras to smile sweetly for.
Sometimes she wondered what her life would be like if she'd been born into another family, if she had a nice little nine to five job in an office somewhere, but never on days like this.
She squeezed the excess water from her hair as she walked barefoot across the deck, her damp footprints fading quickly in the warmth of the day. Settling on her favourite lounger, she diligently applied a fresh layer of sunscreen and laid back to bask in the sun.
The morning temperature hadn't yet climbed so high as to be uncomfortable, the sun's rays as relaxing as a soothing massage from one of her boys, the gentle breeze which whispered across her skin as scintillating as the kisses they both loved to leave on the sensitive skin inside her wrists and at the back of her neck.
She felt a dampness between her thighs that was not due to her swim as her thoughts drifted to her husband and her lover. Their lover.
All her life she had believed that Tyson was the only man she would ever love and that they would be together always. No other man had ever earned more than a cursory glance from her, no person had ever appealed to him enough to make him even think of straying.
Until some bright spark in creative had the idea of pairing Tyson up with Cesaro.
Their chemistry in the ring had quickly spilled over into their outside lives, Antonio's easy charming manners and handsome looks soon causing Nattie many a sleepless night, her worries swinging wildly from fear she may lose her husband to fearing that she may be the one to stray.
Things had come to a head one night on a long drive between towns in the middle of a house show loop. Stopping at a gas station to refuel the rental car and themselves, she had watched quietly as Tyson and Antonio moved as if two halves of the same being, entirely in sync with each other's movements and words, each with an unmistakable affection for the other shining brightly in their eyes. Reasoning with herself that she loved Tyson so much that all she wanted for him was to be happy even if that wasn't with her, she resolved to step aside. Losing her husband would hurt, but it was a small price to pay to see her oldest friend with the man who could bring him joy.
Once they were back on the road, she informed the men of her decision from the back seat, grateful not to have to look either of them directly in the eye. Immediately, Antonio had barked to Tyson to pull the car over.
One of the most significant conversations of her life took place on the side of the road that night.
Antonio confessed the depth of his feelings for both Nattie and Tyson, a confession they both returned, and with one brief sentence, altered the path of all their lives.
"I would never make you choose."
They only used one room in that night's hotel.
Antonio was a generous lover, kind and patient, never mocking either of them for their lack of experience with anyone else. He fitted into their marriage with ease, filling a space they hadn't realised was there until it wasn't. Their home became his, their trio became a triad.
This new life had brought out a voyeuristic side in Nattie that she hadn't known she possessed. Never would she have dreamt that watching Tyson with Antonio would give her as much pleasure as when they turned their attentions to her.
A slideshow of images ran through her mind, Antonio eating Tyson out until he was almost sobbing, Tyson fucking him as he in turn fucked her, of Tyson fucking her pussy while Antonio was buried in her ass. She squeezed her thighs together in an effort relieve the sweet tingle of arousal, her fingertips dipping underneath the edge of her bikini pants, wondering if she would have time before the boys returned from running errands to slip away to their bedroom and enjoy some quality time with her favourite vibrator.
The whoosh of the patio door told her that her time was up.