I was spending the weekend with Chrissy while James was spending the weekend on an important assignment in Chicago. Ever since James' birthday when his wife persuaded me to fulfill a fantasy of his, I've become a frequent visitor. James seemed okay with it when I came over, especially if he knew I'd be spending the night and allowing me to take liberties with Chrissy. Chrissy enjoyed taking care of her man and me. When James found out that he was going to spend the weekend in Chicago for work, he decided that I could spend the weekend just to ensure Chrissy didn't get lonely. I wasn't sure if it was really his idea or if Chrissy used a Jedi mind trick to persuade him.
The Friday of, I drove James to the airport. It was an hour trip and we had plenty of time to talk about other stuff. It felt welcomed in my mind because the last thing I wanted to do was allow my horniness to screw up my best friend's marriage. I think James realized that too because halfway there, he asked me what I was going to have Chrissy do for me while he was gone.
"I'm going to have her walk around a nun's habit and not touch me all weekend," I responded deadpan. I held my tongue for a few moments before I started laughing. James started laughing with me.
"Dude, why did you do that?" James asked. "If I wasn't okay with you fucking her without me there, why would I let you spend the weekend?" I glanced over at James before smiling.
"Chrissy is special, man. I don't want to..."
"Fuck up my marriage?" I was stunned.
"Dude, she is my wife and we vowed that she would always be. Believe it or not, Chrissy and I talked about this shit way before you entered the picture. The one thing I can count on you for, Nick, is that you are respectful. You know Chrissy is my wife and you are not going to steal her from me. I know that. So stop with the fucking guilt trip already, okay?"
I took a deep breath and smiled. This was going to be a fun weekend.
When I arrived back at their house, Chrissy was still in her lounging clothes. She had her brown hair up in a twist. I noticed her cheeks were red, but not from rouge or blush. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her C-cups were just being held in by her black tank top. Her ass was covered by a pair of sweatpants. Although she dressed up that way just to watch the kids, she still looked like a dime to me. I snuck up behind her and kissed her neck.
"Mmmm...that was so unfair," she cooed as she turned and kissed my lips. As much as I wanted to have her right then and there, her kids were watching. So I started helping her play with them. The rest of the day was mostly the same. She read to them while I made lunch. I played with one while she changed the other one's diaper. I was having fun being domesticated.