Gabriel simply smiled a slightly mischievous smile at Erika when she asked if he was serious about inviting the dark skinned man to dinner.  She well knew that Gabriel liked to get a rise out of her and was more spontaneous that most gave him credit for being since at work he always had it be very calculating and careful in what he did and allowed or stopped others from doing.  This time he had taken himself a bit by surprise though, almost as if the words sprung from his lips before he fully thought them out, or more truly, they were thought out by a more instinctive and less analytic side than he usually allowed to control his actions and words.<br/><br/>Erika was glorious in the way she moved, even simply walking over to the man, she was every bit the Goddess he married, each year somehow making her more and more desirable, gorgeous, sensual.  It was so true that for a woman she was just about to enter her sexual prime, one that men hit physically nearer to 18 years of age, though there was something to be said for experience too, something that drew his wife to him in a powerful, but very different way than her eyes and attentiosn had been drawn to the Nubian Adonis that they approached.<br/><br/>Gabriel stood just behind and to the side of Erika, having her take the lead, make the first move and offer their company, her company, to the fellow.  The truer purpose in where Gabriel stood was an angle that became utterly enthralling once they were close enough.  Erika’s pale, creamy and perfectly feminine flesh contrasted with such stark perfection to its opposite, and yet not her opposite, as the man was beautiful in his own majestic way.  He replied and spoke with a voice Gabriel knew Erika would melt a bit for, and a proper kind of respect that one man had for another man’s woman, yet his eyes, Darius’ eyes now that he was known to them, were respectful, yet drank her in from head to toe and all of those unmatchable curves and lines in between.<br/><br/>Gabriel offered his hand in greeting to the fellow who seemed to be quite unattached all week, despite being a catch more than one woman had tried to bait their way.  Erika had been watching him, gazing longingly at Darius’ masculine, almost overwhelming form, and Gabriel’s eyes followed the lead of his wife, but saw the bigger picture.  Others didn’t stand a chance of garnering Darius’ attentions, not when Erika was near at least, and Gabriel was prideful and adoring of the power of his wife’s beauty.  He always encouraged her to look her best, never to hide her voluptuous figure from the world.  She was his, and the world could see that he was hers, each by their own choice, a wily and handsome man and his wife whom could make Aphrodite jealous and Venus weep in envy of.<br/><br/>“Well met, Darius, and our apologies for not inviting you to share some time with us sooner.  It is a hard balance to figure, sometimes a man just needs time and space to himself, but we are leaving soon enough, though not too soon, and it is our pleasure to meet you and make a friend of you for us both,” Gabriel offered and nodded, “Dinner on your company, drinks and dessert on mine, no reason they can’t both chip in and allow us a bit of decadence to enjoy together tonight, right?” Gabriel asked and offered, appreciating all that Darius offered to them, but feeling more comfortable to not feel indebted to the man too much.  How the night went, the thoughts that the visuals in front of him then, still innocent and yet not, inspired, they were still just thoughts and if they became anything more it would be by choice, not a sense of one owing the anything more than they should.  Gabriel allowed Erika and Darius to have some more time to talk a bit more, share any more details of where and when to meet and the like, before they parted from each other and headed their respective ways with Gabriel’s arm around Erika’s winsome waist, holding her in a way that almost encouraged her to give Darius a wantonly beautiful show as they headed back to their room.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Back in the couple's suite before dinner</strong></span><br/><br/>It was two hours before their appointed meeting time with Darius, Gabriel finished showering early enough that Erika could start getting ready soon.  She didn’t need two hours, or even twenty minutes of getting ready to walk into that dining room that night and be the Belle of the Ball, her stunning and natural beauty and body something that needed little in the way of adornment and even less in the way of being made up…and yet Gabriel guessed that Erika might be nervous and excited and curious and a ton of other things that would cause her to take all of that time, and Gabriel was a man who always made quite certain that his wife had everything she wanted and needed.  He knew she would feel all of those ways because he did too, certainly in his own manner and way, but the two were alike and together long enough to sense each other’s feelings and emotions and…gods he wanted to simply walk into their bedroom and ravage her then and there, to claim and reclaim her thoughts and body and her eyes as they gazed up at him in orgasm, or down at him since so often lately their lovemaking had been more…creative.<br/><br/>Not simply intercourse, but Gabriel pleasuring Erika with his mouth and fingers in nearly endless ways, teasing and pleasing, driving her almost as mad with lust as she drove him.  It occurred to Gabriel in that moment that he had not actually fucked his wife, hadn’t lain her down and simply pressed his length inside of her.  They played, oral, hands, talking and showing, all very exquisite, very creative and sensual, and with breasts like Erika was blessed with it was hardly shocking that Gabriel loved his hardness being pressed between those pillowy mounds as they took each other that way.  He wondered, as he poured a drink, cold as it was mostly ice and much needed that way, if their ‘creativity’ wasn’t somehow one way of saying the rest of their love life, their sex life, wasn’t somehow…lacking of late.<br/><br/>“So tell me, Lover, what are you thinking about wearing out tonight?” Gabriel asked his Goddess and girlish beauty, as she was all of that and more, his voice cracking a bit with anticipation and nervousness of the unknown, and the double entendre he made was completely unplanned, but like earlier, once the words were out he was too prideful, and aroused, to take them back.<br/>