We didn't get out of bed until after nine the next morning. We'd made love again on the floor and then laid there talking for quite a while. Rita admitted that these last few months had been a sort of re-awakening of her sexuality, and I too admitted that we had fallen into a bit of a rut. Young kids, relocation, new job and a new business, - both of us had let routine take over and had forgotten that time for us was paramount to every other relationship in the rest of our lives.
It was nice to be near family again. A year after college Bobby and Kim had moved to Florida, and when the two of us graduated three years later, my job had taken us north, first to Pennsylvania and then to Wisconsin. We'd all remained close online and with regular calls, but there was much missing. Rita and Kim, though separated by four years, were exceptionally close, even for sisters. Bobby and I, what can I say? It was just an instant bond. I think he and I talked as often as he and Kim while he was in the Marines and over in the Sandbox. I loved the guy like a brother, and we shared everything.
Rita was a little upset, and it seemed a bit aroused with all I had shared with him about these last few months. It wasn't exactly a play-by-play, but it was pretty damn close. I can't say it was bragging on my part -- though maybe some was -- but I am absolutely head over heels crazy about my wife's body and can't honestly believe how lucky a guy I am, so of course I share that with my best friend. As Rita and I talked about my TMI conversations with him, we both realized it was fairly one-way. Rita wondered if everything was okay with them; I mean I'm being pretty explicit telling him about things we did, and he never really came back with much. I'd never thought about it until last night talking with Rita, and it did seem strange. Just plain ego, you'd think, would have Bobby saying at least that they were doing it all the time too.
Rita had been really curious, and again concerned, when I relayed a conversation in which, after another description of one of our Friday movie nights, Bobby had said that "Maybe you got the Romano girl with all the sex drive." I thought she'd be upset, cuz -- and I told her -- he'd added that he'd always had a crush on 'Kim's little sister' and would really like to fuck her. But she let that pass for bit as we discussed the thing about the sex drive.
When she did come back to the crush thing, she asked me how I responded. I have never tried to hide anything from her, so I was honest. "I told him Kim was beautiful, and I'd like to fuck her too. It's sort of a thing now, when we're ragging on each other to say 'you just want to fuck me my wife' and the other will come back with 'yeah, well you just want to fuck mine.'"
Rita rolled her eyes. "God, you two are such boys." She laid there just thinking for a minute, then asked, "Would you really like to make love to Kim?"
"It's funny you ask it that way," I began, giving it honest consideration. "I hadn't thought about it, but I truly love Kim. I care about her, the kids... Yeah, I think I would."
I was surprised as hell when Rita wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately.
"What was that for?"
"You and Bobby might be crude assholes, but I know in your heart it would be making love to her," she said looking into my eyes.
She was quiet again for a bit, her head just laying on my chest. "Would you really let Bobby make love to me?" she asked without raising her head.
"You said...." I began.
"I didn't say it would actually happen. It won't. But would you?" she asked calmly.
I'm sure it just seemed like hours before I responded, but Rita gave me the space to think and listened to my whole answer.
"There's not a man in the world I trust more than Bobby. If anything happened to me, I know he would be there for you and the kids, would make sure you guys were okay." I took a slow breath before going on. "I think, and you know it, that it would be really hot to see you take a big cock like his. I don't know why that's hot to me, by the way, and I don't feel at all inadequate in the cock department. But, it's not up to me, it would be your choice and I wouldn't stop you. To be really honest, though I love the guy, my gut tells me that'll never happen. You could have sex, but he wouldn't make love to you, it would just be fucking. I wouldn't want that for you," I finished, my hand affectionately on her head.
Rita brought my hand to her lips and kissed it, then wrapped my arm around herself. We were quiet for a long time before Rita stirred and said we should get to bed. I awoke the next morning to the feeling of her hand on my cock.
"Morning," she cooed and threw back the sheets. The next thing I knew she was going down on me and had placed her very moist pussy on my face. It had been years since that had happened on a Saturday morning. Or any morning!
I was getting the lawn equipment out a couple hours later to do the lawn when Rita came out.
"The kids are watching movies, I'm headed to the store for groceries. We need anything for this afternoon?"
"Nope. Um, well get some wine coolers, those ones you and Kim like. I like it when you and Kim get silly. Oh, and check if we need tomatoes, you know how Bobby likes his burgers piled high and there's never any left for the rest of us," I answered already starting to sweat.
"We don't get silly, just relaxed. Anything else you think of, call me."
She leaned in for a kiss and that's when I noticed the tank top, or rather, her breasts. She never went without a bra and there was definitely not one now.
"Forget something?" I smiled.
"Nope," she playfully cupped my crotch, "You just left me in a mood. You mind?"
"Hell no, but be careful when you bend over," I craned my neck trying to see how much the tank top revealed.
"Be careful? Really? My husband says he likes me dressing sexy," she answered turning to get in her car.
"He's a perve, y'know," I called after her.
"Yeah, I know, but I love the guy," she laughed and blew me a kiss as she slid into the hot vehicle.
What the fuck? I thought as I watched her pull out. I know I must have hinted about a hundred thousand times in the last ten years that she could dress a bit sexier and all it got was eye rolls or a head shake, usually both. I was distracted as did the lawn, my imagination conjuring all sorts of things. She is turned on by porn, the mom undies are gone, and now this? I liked the new Rita.
Rita got home just as I finished putting everything away, pulling into the driveway as I was about to head back and dunk myself in the pool before taking care of that chore too. Pools are fun to have, but a chore.
I reached through the passenger window to grab a bag that was sitting on the seat when Rita looked over at me and said, "Sweetheart, I hope your not upset, but I think the grocery guy saw my boobies," a mock pout on her face. I hit my head on the doorjamb.
"Huh?" was all I could manage.
She batted her eyes and tried not to laugh. "Well I tried to be careful at the store, but you know how they bag your groceries and take your stuff out in a cart for you? Well, I guess I forgot and when we got to the car, I bent over to get my purse out of the cart and when I looked up, poor Alex -- that's what the name badge said -- he was staring and well..." she pulled the front of her tank top to show me his view.
If Alex were a normal guy, he was going to be beating off later on if he hadn't already.
'Forgive me?" she asked mockingly.
