Any moment Ambreal's plane was set to touch down at BWI airport. She was still smiling over the night of passion that she and Dave shared. It was mind-blowing as always but try as she might she couldn't shake the feeling that something was so very seriously awry in her home. She didn't like secrets; she also didn't like to pry so technically she was stuck. She let her husband's thoughts be his own. After all, they were married, whenever he wanted her help with his increasing anxiety she would be there for him, for now, it was just probably something he want to work out on his own.

"Mrs. Batista, I just wanted to brief you on your itinerary before we land," Said Stacy Keibler, her personal assistant.

Ambreal just nodded, she doubted very seriously that she would hear any of it. This feeling she had just wouldn't go away. It was numbing and she was afraid if she didn't get to the bottom of why she was feeling this way she would snap.

But how did one go about accusing her husband of something she hadn't even fully thought out herself? Meaning, she just had an aching feeling, no basis, no evidence, and no real reference point. If Dave didn't want to slap the taste out of her mouth for the sheer stupidity of it all she would be surprised. They were happy, they loved each other. There was no distance, no standing off and no nitpicked arguments. They were one of the most blissfully happy couples they knew.

Stacy snapped her notebook closed, "And that's about all of it."

Ambreal snapped out of her mind meld long enough to nod at the young girl. Fair enough, this wasn't going to get her anywhere. She was going to just have to trust her husband.

"Thank you Stacy," she nodded, "we'll meet again when we land."

If I am going to trust my husband and everything is fine, why do I get the nagging feeling that things are getting ready to go above and beyond fucked up???

-

"I want a threesome."

"Don't we all," said MVP. "That's what Skinimax is for."

"I'm going to ask Am if she's down." Dave said casually.

John had to put down his beer just to make sure he wasn't under the influence when he hauled off knocked the holy hell out of his friend.

"You want to do what?" Ken asked.

John put his hand up as Dave opened his mouth, "Don't."

Paul smiled, only because he and his wife were in to shit like that. "I know some people."

MVP rolled his eyes, "Of course you do. Look Dave, we all want a threesome. Shit, double the pleasure, double the fuckin' fun. But not one of us, with the exception of ring a ding kid over there," he nodded his head toward Paul, "is married. You better think about that shit long and hard before you go asking Ambreal some ignorant shit like that."

"Has she even expressed a desire to do something such as?" Paul asked.

Dave shrugged, "No."

"Then what in the hell makes you think she's just going to be gung ho about letting another broad in her bed?" MVP asked, "Because I know we're not talking about another dude."

Dave baulked, "Hell yeah I'm talking about another woman. I know my wife; all she needs is a little stroking."

A little stroking my ass, MVP thought to himself. Ambreal might've been half Portuguese but she was also half black, and knowing the sista in here if she didn't fuck Dave up on sight he damn sight had better not eat anything she puts on his plate for the next six months.

"Okay," Montel nodded. "We'll see."

-

It was four days later when Ambreal was set to be home and Dave was bustling around the house like a madman. It wasn't everyday that a man proposed the idea of a threesome to his wife so he knew that the atmosphere had to be above and beyond perfect, if such a thing was possible. He had her favorite slow jams playing softly from there iHome device. The aroma of eggplant parmesan was wafting through the air. A bottle of white wine was chilling by the table. He was sautéing the mixed vegetables when he heard her walk through the door. No biggie though, there was a note with vivid instructions as to what he wanted her to do. He would tease her senses to the point where she wanted to do what he was asking but all must be done delicately or Dave would find himself a eunuch.

Ambreal walked through the door and saw the note in her husband's handwriting, Go upstairs and take a bath, it's already run.

He wants something, she mused to herself. She knew her husband like she knew her own body; she knew when he was up to something. She peered around the kitchen to see him standing there, perfect cinnamon skin, no shirt, slacks and an apron he'd brought for her the day he proposed: the caption Taste it, it's good.

"Hi baby," she said dropping her suitcase on the floor and her briefcase and Fendi clutch on the chaise lounge.

He just pointed to the door, "Follow directions Am." He said.

"Babe," she stifled a yawn. "I just want to sit with you and talk a bit."

"Later," he said not bothering to even turn around.

She smirked behind him, yeah okay. "What's this all about Dave?" she asked not moving from the threshold of the living room.

Without missing a beat he said, "Ambreal Devynne Diaz-Batista, go get your sexy ass in that bathtub."

Her smirk still intact she sauntered upstairs to follow her husband's instructions. She knew he wanted something, something big. Her only question was what? She would find out when he told her. She said she was going to trust her husband and was going to stay true to that. She peeled out of her business suit on the way to the bathroom leaving a trail of clothing in her wake. She entered the bathroom and was floored. Her clawed foot tub was surrounded by her favorite Wet Kisses incents and her favorite Dancing Waters candles. As she lowered herself into the heated tub, she realized that he'd drawn a milk bath for her. She allowed all the stress, bad ideas, doubts and insecurities to flow out of her. Her beautiful husband after a long trip is downstairs making dinner, had drawn her bath and went so far as to make sure her senses were flooded with her aroma therapy scents. There was no disruption in her home and she would not add any.

She opened her eyes to find her darling man standing over her bath water. She hadn't realized it but she'd been so relaxed she'd fallen asleep.

"Enjoy your bath?" he asked.

She stretched in reply, standing in wait for him to wrap her in that fluffy towel he held for her.

"Oh your bath isn't done just yet." David sat down the towel and produced a bowl of yogurt.

"David, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Just sit back and close your eyes," he whispered and proceeded to massage yogurt into her scalp. The cool feeling on her heated flesh did wonders to relaxing her body and the scent of it mixing with the milk that was already in the tub sent her senses into a whirlwind. Using gentle strokes of his fingers he rubbed the yogurt into his wife's hair, he read somewhere that the yogurt would help with the texture and conditioning of her hair and would help to relax her.

Ambreal sat and enjoyed the scalp massage; David had never gone to this extreme to make her comfortable. Whatever he was getting ready to ask her was getting ready to top the charts. Whatever the case may be, she decided that she would listen to it with an open mind and an open heart.

The next thing she knew David was pouring water through her locks waking her from her sleep a second time. She was surprised that the water has remained warm because she had been in the tub what seemed like hours. She then realized that Dave had a hot kettle beside him so he could add warm water to her milky bath.

"Come on out sweets," he cooed to her, helping her out of the tub and into a fluffy towel he just pulled out of the dryer as she slept.

"Amante, amante," she said with a sleepy grin, "that was perfect."

He smiled handing her a glass of Reislin, "That was nothing. That was just to get you warmed up."

She smiled at him, showing him that single dimple in her left cheek. "Okay then." She said sleepily. Dave loved when she spoke when she was sleepy. Her voice dropped down to Girl 6 octaves and made her so saucy and sultry.

He held up a night gown for her to wear, it was lilac, satin and laced front and would fit beautifully around her thick thighs. "Slip into this and meet me downstairs."

"Okay baby," she said to his back quietly.

Ambreal had always been one to follow her husband's directions and today would be no exception. Sliding into the gown she was shocked by how well it fit her and how stunning the color was. He was really riding this for all it was worth, I hope he doesn't do something to kill this moment. She thought to herself.

-

When she came downstairs she was blown away by her husband's thoughtfulness. He had already prepared her plate, poured her a fresh glass of wine. There were candles everywhere and Usher's "Here I Stand" was playing through their iHome device. She smiled at him. He knew she loved this song.

"Come sweets," he said, "eat."

She sat down and ate, during the meal watching her husband closely. She couldn't shake the fact he was overcompensating somewhere along the way. She was trying her damndest to just enjoy the meal but as much as her husband loved her he'd never gone to this extreme.

"So cut to the chase amante," she said with a sly grin, "What do you want?"

He feigned innocence, "Want? I just want to make you happy." He said.

"Yeah okay David Michael," she said still smiling.

"Well now that you say something," he said returning her grin.

A/N: Hey I'm baaaaack!

~Arie