One Night Three Hearts (Three Hearts MFM BBW Menage Trilogy (Book 1 of 3)) Read online

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Chapter One - Rose

  Chapter Two - Jason

  Chapter Three - Matt

  Chapter Four - Thirty Five Roses

  Chapter Five - Atonement

  Chapter Six - Forgiveness

  Chapter Seven - Acceptance

  From Adele Allaire

  One Night Three Hearts

  Adele Allaire

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  Copyright 2013 Adele Allaire

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Rose

  Rose flung the thick manila envelope on the passenger seat. It landed with a thump on top of the mail she collected earlier: an overdue energy bill, the latest Woman Within catalog that seemed to occupy her mailbox every other week, and what appeared to be a birthday card from her mother. The large envelope containing the in vitro fertilization cost estimates and related paperwork dwarfed everything it covered as a stark reminder of her situation.

  Nothing simple ever comes with that many papers to sign, Rose thought to herself before sliding into the driver's seat. She pulled hard on the car door and slammed it shut.

  She placed her worn Coach handbag on the Toyota’s console between the two seats. The bag was a birthday gift from her husband Jason five years earlier along with his bouquet of flowers that shared her name. It promptly fell over from the weight of its contents on to the passenger seat after she pulled the car’s door shut.

  Rose stared at and related to its marred leather bottom as she reached for the seatbelt. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes as she yanked the seatbelt across her torso. It stopped short and got stuck at her midsection. Frustrated, she pulled hard on it again to extend it to its limits in order to finally fasten it into place.

  She gazed over the steering wheel at the late afternoon sun streaming through the eucalyptus leaves hovering over the car’s hood while reflecting on the events that led to this point. They were happy five years ago when she was thirty years old; she and Jason brought home good paychecks, they purchased their three-bedroom condo, and agreed the timing was right to start a family. She started charting and they had sex multiple times in one week per month. Jason would laugh at her every time she would put her legs up on the wall afterwards as if gravity would help the situation.

  Two years passed without a positive pregnancy test, and the day after Jason gave her the birthday gift of a bouquet of roses that numbered her years, they decided to take it more seriously. Rose bought ovulation kits and spent her mornings urinating on test sticks. The amount of sex eventually dwindled to the day the testing device displayed a smilie face.

  The buzzing sound emanating from her bag snapped her out of her thoughts. Rose reached over and rummaged through it to find a text message from Jason waiting for her on her phone.

  Jason: Damage?

  Rose: 18k

  Her fingers pushed her hair back from sticking to the cold sweat on her forehead. They didn’t have $18,000. They didn’t even have the money to pay that overdue gas and electric bill sitting next to her on the passenger seat until Jason’s next paycheck.

  The year Jason gave her thirty-three birthday roses was when she lost her job at the accounting firm, and Jason’s employer laid off hundreds of people. The financial crisis peaked, and the stress resulting from their money worries took its toll on their marriage. The arguments increased in frequency and intensity, and Rose still couldn’t get pregnant.

  Her gynecologist ultimately recommended they consult with a fertility specialist, and the only affordable option presented to them was an artificial insemination series. Rose filled her empty days fruitlessly searching for a job, reading other women’s infertility tales on internet message boards, or watching television. She developed a sedentary routine that transformed her from a size 16W to 18W. Due to their financial constraints, Jason canceled their gym memberships, and the only eating out they did consisted of fast food with the exception of their traditional birthday and anniversary dinners.

  Months crept by without any kind of sex unless it surrounded a treatment, and even then it seemed forced and hurried. The absence of marital and physical joy hung like a thick fog between them, muting any discussion about their predicament. Rose felt unfulfilled and empty during this harsh low period in their lives, and Rose disguised it to her husband using the best abilities she could muster. If Jason had any complaints, then Rose never heard them, making her believe that he was perfectly fine with it all.

  She consoled herself that it wasn't his fault. Rose loved Jason and couldn't imagine a better, more loving husband. He did everything out of love and respect for her. But the only thing that gave her the release she sought was when she remembered the private conversations with her husband's college roommate, and that dialog ceased long before the infertility mess.

  Matt existed in her mind solely as text and sounds of struggled breathing on the other end of a phone in those early years of her marriage to Jason. Regardless of the medium, Matt would share one juicy fantasy after another, and urge her to share one of hers with him. He made her feel sexy, wanted, and it helped that he never asked for recent photos from her; there was an unspoken rule about that.

  He had an uncanny way of making her feel desirable, and she started to look forward to those naughty chats. They eventually became weekly occurrences, and then ultimately daily ones. She scheduled her workday breaks after he texted her something arousing, and none of her coworkers realized it wasn't a brisk walk that made her return to the office with a flushed face. She found herself in her car or home alone listening to that voice commanding her to push herself to the limits of her imagination. It was like she had her own adult phone service without the credit card charges.

  Matt grew bolder with his suggestions over time, and she couldn't get enough of those secret sessions. Each conversation was unique, and every time they spoke exposed another dark layer of Matt's complicated desires and her own.

  She reluctantly ended it after Matt begged her for one secret night with him. All of a sudden, the mental candy wanted to become a dangerous reality that threatened her marriage. It was no longer something like reading a book or watching an adult video because there was a real person on the other end of the line that physically wanted her. And she wanted him.

  Such a realization snapped her out of the hidden fantasy they shared; Rose couldn't bring herself to hurt Jason like that. The guilt was too much for her, and she realized that as much as she desired Matt, she didn't love him. She loved her husband and she had to focus on her marriage. And so Matt faded from her daily activities, but she played out their conversations in her mind over and over again years later.

  Rose never confessed or even hinted to Jason about what she did, and she was confident that Jason remained completely oblivious. He continued to talk with Matt about football, and they played video games online together practically every night until Matt's career took off. Rose heard Matt's v
oice emitting from Jason's gaming headset in his office, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to pick up that headset and talk to him again while Jason was in the bathroom or getting a drink from the kitchen.

  She found an excuse whenever Jason asked her to join him and Matt for drinks, a meal, an event, or whatever it was. She couldn't see Matt. The last time she saw them was the day she married Jason, and she didn't want her eyes to betray her past. She didn't know what would happen, and she decided to avoid him completely.

  Thoughts about Matt always stirred something inside her with its reminders of long ago conversations, and this time was no different. She looked down to see her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her stark white knuckles contrasted her slightly tanned skin. The memory of his loud groans echoed through the phone's speakerphone, stuck in traffic on the way home, her fingers holding her entire weight forward over the steering wheel…

  That was Matt's lasting impression on her. The familiar longing for release fought to be the foremost thought in her mind as she put the key into the car's ignition, and stopped short of starting up the car to drive home.

  Her last unemployment check arrived last week, and Jason agreed she would use its entirety to spend it on whatever she wanted. Rose wanted to look and feel desirable to Jason this Saturday when he presented her with thirty-five roses for her birthday. She couldn’t remember the last time they had unscheduled sex, and Rose figured she would surprise him with her first full Brazilian wax. The process was embarrassingly painful, and she couldn't believe how smooth she was when she showered the next morning.

  It was the unfamiliar nakedness, coupled with the spark of desire from her deeply hidden memories of Matt's conversations, which caused her to furtively scan the empty parking lot before unfastening the top button of her jeans. She pulled on the lever to drop the back of the driver's seat, and eased her body down beneath the line of the car windows.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Jason

  “Hey, man.”

  Jason looked up from his booth at Malarkey’s to see Matt towering above him twenty minutes early. This unexpected early arrival interrupted Jason’s mental rehearsals for the conversation he loosely planned to have with his old friend ever since Matt texted him that he would be in town for a business conference. His mouth suddenly felt dry, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he nervously rubbed his hands on his pants before before rising to shake Matt's outstretched hand. The pub was unusually dark for midday, and someone held open the door directly behind Matt to cast a slightly unsettling halo-like appearance around his head.

  “You look like Steve Jobs,” Jason said with a nervous half smirk in reference to Matt’s black merino wool mock turtleneck sweater, Omega watch, expensive looking wire rim glasses, and close cropped haircut. Everything about Matt’s attire seemed confident, precise, and calculated. Jason tried not to fall into old habits and compare himself to Matt, but he couldn’t avoid realizing his friend’s stark contrast of success. Jason’s day job attire consisted of whatever his wife Rose picked out from the latest Kohl’s sale, and even though he appreciated his wife’s effort at economizing, he wished that he could afford more for the both of them. And of course, Matt still had the same slightly skinny physique he had during their college days, while the tag size on Jason’s shirts contained an “X” in it for the first time in his life.

  “Very funny,” Matt replied as he slid onto the opposite bench of the booth. “I wish I had his creative genius instead of his looks. So how have you been? How is Rose?”

  “Let’s get a drink first. What will you have?” Jason scanned around the empty bar area looking for the surly bartender usually stationed there.

  “Just water,” Matt said. “I am still fighting off this jet lag and have a meeting back at HQ about the Shanghai plant in two hours.”

  The door next to the bar swung open, and a decently attractive blonde dressed in jeans and shirt with the Malarkey’s logo embroidered above her left breast walked into the main area. She spied them sitting at the booth, and pulled out a pad of paper from her apron as she walked towards them. Jason glanced at Matt, and sure enough, it appeared his friend was in the process of mentally undressing the waitress.

  Just his type, Jason thought to himself. Same flat-boobed, large pored, bad dye job, white trash damaged type he would instantly lure into his bed as he did in college. He can smell insecurity a mile away.

  “What can I get for you?” the waitress asked, her tongue piercing clicking against her teeth. Jason saw a partial view of a tattoo peeking out from under her short sleeve. Her sloppily made blonde ponytail revealed ears pierced in multiple places.

  “Whatever you have on tap for me, and a water for him,” Jason said. The waitress wrote it up and walked back over to the bar.

  Matt had a devilish look on his face. “I bet she has a tramp stamp,” he whispered to Jason across the table.

  “Totally,” Jason replied, knowing full well what Matt was thinking about. He didn’t have much time for small talk with Matt because the conversation he really needed to start was a complicated one. Jason willed the waitress to return with the drinks, and as if on cue, she returned with her tray. Two coasters expertly tossed on the booth’s table, their respective drinks placed on the coasters, and then she finally disappeared to the back room again — but not without Matt staring at her ass as she walked away from them.

  Jason took a sip from his glass and said, “It’s not going well with Rose.” That snapped Matt’s attention back to him.

  “What are you talking about?” Matt looked incredulously at him.

  “We were diagnosed with ‘unexplained infertility.’ What kind of diagnosis is that?” Jason said. “Anyway, we tried everything for two years and nothing happened. She really wants to have a kid now. She thinks we’re running out of time. It’s just getting more and more expensive with the treatments and we can’t do it.”

  These dark thoughts were rare, but they crept back whenever Jason focused on the situation in his marriage to Rose. His love for her caused him to bottle up these daily undercurrents, and once he started talking about them to Matt, he couldn’t stop its powerful release.

  Jason lowered his voice a few notches above a whisper. “We haven’t had sex in months, and real sex in over a year. Do you have any idea what it is like to basically fap into a cup every morning and then run it over to the clinic before going to work? That’s what it was for a really long time, and your mind gets crazy after doing that. I hate to dump all of this on you…”

  Matt stared intently back at him. “You’re not dumping anything on me. I just don’t understand.”

  “Do you have any idea how much IVF costs? We got quoted $18,000 by the clinic. This is after the thousands we put in for artificial insemination,” Jason said.

  Matt looked down at his glass of ice water. “Are you asking me for money?”

  “No,” Jason answered quickly. “It isn’t that at all. I need a different favor from you. It’s hard to ask.” His palms started to get sweaty and he rubbed them nervously on the top of his thighs.

  "I need you to help us father a child."

  Matt’s eyes lifted from his glass to confront Jason with them. “You can’t be serious.”

  Jason swallowed. “I am serious.” Matt sank back into the booth’s bench with a thunk as he hit the wooden backing.

  “Look, I know about the calls between the two of you. I know she still has fantasies about you,” Jason said, trying to keep his delivery in a matter-of-fact tone instead of an accusatory one. “A husband of ten years would be a complete idiot not to figure it out. I got the phone bills. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. For heaven’s sake, I was in the dorm bunk above you listening to you with how many girls?” He finally brought forth the unspoken, the taboo, and the topic that neither of them ever spoke to him about.

  “That was early on,” Matt weakly protested. “That ended years ago.” Jason noticed Matt’s e
yes shifting around uncomfortably, and that he started his old nervous habit of playing with his watchband. The familiar clicking sound of the watch clasp used to drive Jason crazy. Matt used to call it a “tic,” and Jason felt he knew better than anyone that Matt had a really big collection of “tics.”

  “I’m not angry. Seriously, I’m not. That is why you are the only one on this earth who can possibly do this and I would not turn into some jealous asshole over it,” Jason pleaded for understanding. “We both know you are never going to change. You are never going to settle down with one person. It isn’t in you to get married. I know you, and you know me. More importantly, you know Rose. You love her.”

  “I wouldn’t call it love,” Matt said. “There is something about her that I could never put my finger on.”

  “Literally,” Jason finished his thought for him. “I just want Rose and I to have the insanely hot sex like the stuff you and her said to each other in the chat logs. Yeah, I saw those too. During the rough patches of our marriage where we didn’t have sex for months at a time, those chat logs provided a ton of mental candy for those early morning sessions with lab cups.”

  Jason didn’t want to pause and give Matt any opportunity to defend himself or react to what he was saying. “I want to end this life sucking stress with the Baby One Point Oh project,” Jason continued. “I want her to be a mother, and I have to admit, I really want to be a father. I know this whole idea sounds nuts, but I really think this could work.”

  Matt furrowed his brow and sighed. With that, Jason assumed Matt wouldn’t walk out disgusted. Jason stared intently at the drops of condensation slide down his untouched beer glass to the coaster it rested on, desperately trying not to think about the consequences of his proposition whether Matt accepted it or not. He overstepped a line in their years of friendship once before they never discussed afterward, and that unspoken tension resurfaced in his thoughts. Best not to think about that, Jason thought to himself. This is about Rose.