Unicorn

 I didn't think much of it. It was just one of my wife's friends that stopped by for a visit.  So my surprise when I was opening the front door with her coming through it at the same time was but a simple startle.  Of course I said "oh hi!" and of course she said "hey you" then "bye!" without even stopping.  I did catch half of her face, unveiled by her dark long wavy hair, bright red lipstick, a great perfume and I remember thinking how I didn't have to look down much as she was tall. Her high heels clicked down the corridor as she walked away and echoed back at me.  As she clicked away I looked at her dark grey skirt suit. It looked like she just put it on as it didn't have the usual wrinkles from a day at the office.  Brushing it off, I went inside and closed the door. It was a mere conversation that didn't change my usual evening at home with my wife. 

"hey honey who was that?"  
"oh just a friend from the office, you came home just in time, dinner is almost ready."
And  that was it.  We had our evening.

The next day, I come home and opened the door and as I looked down, I see a pair of red heels too big and too tall to by my wife's, but as curiosity curved my eyebrows, I look up to see her sitting on the couch. It's the same woman from yesterday, this time, from this angle, her thick dark hair was blocking the rest of her face. Before I could say anything I hear my wife's voice bounce out from the kitchen,
"Hey babe, Angela's staying for dinner today, hope you don't mind!"
"Of course not, happy to have the company."
The change of routine was welcomed but Angela wasn't much of a talker, so over dinner I let my eyes wonder about her. That red lipstick again.  Another skirt suit, this one blue. Very well put together  with a just barely touch of cleavage that reminded you she still wants to remain feminin behind that power suit.  Angela left after dinner.  Heels clicking down the corridor, echoing through the front door.  Once again our evening relatively stayed the same after.  The dinner detour, different but not life changing.  We had our evening and went to bed.

Opening the door again and seeing Angela's heels by my sneakers did put curiosity on my face and my wife's voice echoing the same sentence as yesterday didn't wipe it away.  Her jacket was off and I could see her white shirt but not her face...as usual.  A pants suit this time and I could see more of her body shaped in her fitted outfit.  But my thought of her thighs were paralleled by the growing curiosity of Angela's new after work routine. Angela didn't leave after dinner today, she went back to the couch and we all watched TV until 11pm. Angela got up, put her heels on, jacket in hand, said goodnight and left.  I had questions for my wife but I figured I wouldn't ask. No harm no foul right?  What was I going to do complain that a beautiful woman has been joining us for our evening dinners?  The change was welcomed so I stayed quiet.

Friday evening, in better spirits, ready to spend the weekend away from the office and do, well, nothing. I still raced home as if I was late for a flight to a secret weekend getaway or something when I damn well knew it was probably going to be spent at Home Depot or the long lines at the supermarket, maybe both.  That was how exciting our  weekends were after 4 years of marriage and countless nights of pillow talk of all the exciting things we were going to do.  Ah well, one day right? So you must excuse my surprise when I opened the door yet again to see Angela's heels by my sneakers.  My frown was not met by an echo this time and Angela's face was still blocked. Dinner was also quiet, again.  It's Friday so I yet again tell myself to let it go. My wife has a friend, let her be happy, right?  Maybe they're going out after and at least I know men would be hitting on Angela more.  An empty ring finger and a tall full body like that girl from Roger Rabbit.  Yes I was enjoying the view but I didn't let it get to me because it's my wife's friend, right? But they didn't go out. 11pm came and I decided to go to bed, figuring a breathtaking weeked at the hardware store figuring out sizes and measurements for stuff in the bathroom.  My wife said she'd be in soon and I said goodnight to Angela. A few minutes after I closed the bedroom door it opens and not one but 2 figures enter the room. Now I'm startled, now I'm wondering what the hell is going on.  My wife joins me in the bed and Angela stood at the foot of the bed.  Her silhouetted body, in our bedroom, my wife's hand on my shoulder, eyes wide open, my mouth open but none of those questions coming out.  It must have been a signal, because as my wife kisses my shocked cheek, Angela started to unbutton her shirt. The semi dark room froze and all you could hear was the shuffling on her clothes, the zipper in her pants coming down, coming down in my room, coming down in my room with my wife laying beside me!  Angela stood there for a moment after, the right amount of light crossing her nipples and bouncing off her full hips that teased the thong she left on. My wife saw my reaction under the sheet and reached down after it. Angela leaned over and crawled in the bed right between us and just laid here on her back.  This mysterious vixen laying in my bed, my wife and I on either side of her.  

That night we shared her, played with her, enjoyed her, she enjoyed us, a few times.  We collapsed into an entangled mess of satisfied breathless bodies and fell asleep just like that.  Sunrise peeped in and Angela got up.  We turned but no speaking, we watched her get dressed and leave.  The front door closed and heels faded away.
"Wow babe, that was quite a surprise, I didn't know, you had fantasies like that!"
"Babe??!  Wasn't this your idea??!!!"
"Wait, what do you mean??!"
"She knocked on the door on Tuesday and said you sent her to play this scenario where I should act like we're friends from work and each day we'll do more and then friday night we can do all this....babe please tell me you're joking right now. Wasn't this YOUR idea??!"
"Babe I have no idea who this woman is!!  I'm here thinking this was your plan all this time!!
The palest fright came over both our faces as we looked at the front door.
Who was she?...who was she?