She sat and waited for the next thing he was going say. She knew that there was something behind her husband's sudden need to be so damned sweet.

"So what is it David?" she said. Now she knew that her feelings weren't out of order.

"I want you to hear me out on this sweets." he wiped his mouth, "And I want you to be open minded."

She picked up her wine glass and sat back. She trained her hazel eyes on him, "Okay, let's hear it."

"I want a threesome," he said with a grin.

Ambreal cocked her head to the side processing what he husband had just said to her. Surely she hadn't heard him right.

"Come again,"

"I'd like to," he smirked. "I want a threesome."

Ambreal did a mental check to make sure she didn't taste anything strange or smell anything weird in the dinner or the wine because certainly her husband was on drugs.

Yeah, okay. Let's play.

As Ambreal sat at her living room watching her husband pick up the mess she made she silently apologized. Silently. Once again her temper had gotten the best of her, but it wasn't everyday that she listened to her husband ask her to bring another woman into her nuptial bed. Surely he had been listening to closely to the exploits of his friend Paul and his swinging wife Stephanie. But that was good for them, that wasn't good her and her husband.

Ambreal was good girl, raised in a good home. Sure, she went out of her way with her husband, toys, positions and lingerie, but he was her husband and now her husband was telling her that she wasn't enough for him. That in fact, he was bored with her. He didn't say that, but then again, he didn't have to.

"Am?" David approached her from the doorway.

"Why David?" her voice quivered as she spoke. She took a deep breath; this was not the time to be weak. There were apparent issues in her home and it was time for her to grab her testicles and be as big a man as her husband. She steadied her voice, "Why?

He hesitated before he spoke; telling her that he was preparing to lie to her; or at the very least, placate her.

"And before you serve me that self serving macho crap please remember that you are a married man with no pre-nup."

"I just want to try something new Ambreal."

"Try something new? Try something new?" she bit her lip as she fought tears, "What about all the new stuff we've tried." Then she had a sickening thought, "Are you bored with me?"

"Of course not," he was quick to counter. "I just thought something we could try together. This is for both of us."

"No, this is for you." She told him, "At least give me that much." He hung his head but didn't answer her. All the answer she needed. He didn't give a damn about sharing, this was indeed about him. Selfish. "What if I decline? Are you going to leave me? Step out on me? Are you already stepping out on me? I mean really David."

He advanced a little closer to her, "No Am, you are my heart; no woman would ever come before you or between us. I just wanted this to be something we said we did."

She looked over to her husband; he was an absolutely stunning piece of work. Cinnamon skin was drawn over muscles so defined the man looked as if he had been attacked by a machete. The thought of sharing her man revolted her but what she wasn't willing to do for him another woman would be and she would be damned if she was going to lose her man. That thought sickened her further. Surely their love was stronger than that, but men have cheated for less.

"Come David, sit." he inched closer to her, sitting at the end of the chaise lounge. "I won't pretend that I'm not pissed off at all of this, but I also won't pretend that your request is outrageous. These are the times we live in. I mean look at Paul and Stephanie, and they are as happy a couple as I've ever seen."

"Ambreal,"

"I'm not finished David," she said. "I'm going to ask you one very important question."

"Anything,"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course," he said.

"No, do you love me?"

"You are my wife Ambreal Devynne Diaz-Batista, I love you with everything in me; you and you only."

"Good, because I swear to everything decent and holy that if I get an inkling of anything otherwise, I will make your life hell."

David gave her a sly smile, "I know it."

"Good," she said climbing in his lap. "Now fuck the bad taste out of my mouth."

You think you've got game. Only because you've never played me, she smiled as her husband attacked her neck.

--

"So, how did it go?" Paul asked as he walked into Dave's house.

"Well at first she went ballistic."

"As we all knew she would," Montel said as he followed John in.

"What the hell do you mean 'at first'?" Ken asked.

Dave shrugged, "Just what I said, at first she went ape shit. You know Am and her temper." Boy did they? The all looked around to see what kind of damage she caused, "She just threw her plate."

Montel shook his head, "I told you man."

"Well, afterwards she said even though she was pissed she wasn't going to pretend that these weren't the times we lived in," he looked over at Paul. "She said you and Stephanie are about as happy a couple as she'd ever seen so."

"So what?" John asked.

"So I think she's going to go along with it."

Montel just smirked, yeah okay. "Well way to go man."

Dave smiled big, "Thanks man, but let's wait to see if she doesn't punk out."

"Ambreal is a lot of thing Big D," Montel chuckled, "but a punk isn't one of them."

The boys laughed remembering why Dave really had to tatt his left biceps. His wife was lethal.

"We'll see."