The sound of my wife, Jane, talking in a soft whisper woke me from a deep sleep. I stirred and looked at my phone to check the time – 7:12 – way too early to be up on a Sunday morning. Though I initially thought she might be talking to me, listening for a moment she was actually on a phone call. I couldn't help worrying that something might be wrong, because I couldn't for the life of me understand any other reason for a call at such an obnoxious hour.
"Who the hell are you talking to? Is everything OK?" My back was to her, and the shaded room was still just dark enough for me to see the glow of her phone screen.
"I'm sorry, babe. It's Stephanie. She really needed to talk."
I rolled over to keep from talking back over my shoulder. "Your sister doesn't get up before noon on Sunday. What's different about today?"
"Love you, too, Steve!" I heard from the tinny speaker on the phone. "And for your information, I'm not getting up. I'm just getting in. Unlike you old married people, some of us out there can still hang."
"Dear Lord," I muttered as I slid from under the sheet. I'd suddenly realized how bad I had to pee, and being semi-rigid was the only thing keeping urination at bay. Unfortunately, there was no way to hide my partial erection forming a tent pole in the loose cotton shorts I wore. "I'm going to run to the bathroom."
"Aw, Steph, you're missing the march of the morning wood," Jane giggled to her sister. "Too bad it'll be gone when he gets back."
There was a moment of silence as I closed the door, during which I figured her sister made some smartass response. "You're terrible!" I heard Jane squeal.
It had been a long week for both of us, and this was our only real day off together, so after finishing up at the toilet and washing my hands, I made sure to swish a little mouthwash around to get rid of lingering morning breath in case things moved along in a better fashion. Being awaked by my wife and her sister chatting about my sister-in-law's night out wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind, but I was willing to improvise.
They were still talking as I climbed back into bed, but I was trying not to pay any attention.
"Oh, look who's back!" Stephanie said as I slid under the sheet next to my wife. It was only then that I peeked over Jane's shoulder to see that they'd switched from a voice conversation to video chat. Dear god.
"I see you took care of that morning wood. Did peeing do the trick or did you take a minute to rub one out while you were in the bathroom?"
"Shut up, Stephanie," I said as pleasantly as I could. I closed my eyes and figured that at this point I might at least snooze through their conversation and convince Jane to join me in some fun when she was finished.
That didn't look like it was going to happen anytime soon, though.
"So, anyway, we were kissing like crazy just outside the restroom of this bar, and, I swear to god, he latches onto my neck like a vampire, just sucking like crazy. And then I home this morning and I see this."
OK, so I was curious. Who wouldn't be with a lead up like that? So under the cover of adjusting my position, I eased up on one arm so I could just see Jane's phone screen. On it, Stephanie was on her bed, leaning in and pulling her shoulder-length black hair away from her neck to reveal an inch-wide hickey.
"Oh, my god. What is he, 15? Who does that?"
"I know, right?"
I couldn't help but notice that Steph was still obviously wearing the tiny black cocktail dress she'd probably worn all night, and the way she leaned into the phone to show off the love bite, combined with the low cut of the dress, inadvertently gave me a great view of her abundant cleavage. As she pulled the phone away, I also caught a glimpse of the lace tops of thigh-high stockings where the hem of her dress rode up. I raised my eyebrows in appreciation. That was certainly more than I'd expected from her early morning debriefing.
I settled back in and tried to sleep, but the quick glimpse and the talk of her exploits the night before got me thinking about what a flirt Steph had always been. When Jane and I were dating and Steph was still in college, she was always finding reason to poke fun at me or us, and after a few drinks would frequently find excuses to casually touch me here and there. The most blatant example was at the rehearsal party for our wedding, when Steph, about three drinks in by that point, stepped up behind me, cupped her hand over my ass and asked, "Are you going to mind if I do this after you're married, or is this my last chance?"
"Well, I mind right now, but I'm not going to make a scene," I'd told her, smiling and taking a long pull at my beer bottle. "Let's just say you don't worry me too much." I was trying to play it cool without encouraging her. She'd kept her hand there until one of their uncles approached to wish me congratulations and tell Steph how good she looked. And pain in the ass or not, she had looked stunning. The dress was just long enough to be appropriate, but still short enough to be daring, and the neckline plunged to reveal a stunning view of her ample cleavage, emphasized by what I suspected was an expensive and elaborate push-up bra. The funny part was I'd known exactly what her motivation for getting the dress was. While her sister would be the center of attention on the wedding day, Steph was determined to have as many eyes as possible on her at the rehearsal dinner.
Later, when I'd had a chance to process what had happened, I realized how truly forward she'd been – drunk or not. But there was no way I was going to follow through, so I just wrote it off as tipsy flirting from the maid of honor. And honestly, she was such a spoiled pain in the ass most of the time that the incidents didn't even add fuel to my fantasy life.
It wasn't until Jane's laughter woke me that I realized I'd dozed off.
"Seriously? In the stall? When did you get to be such a slut?"
"Swear to god, this was the first time I'd ever done that. Not sure if it's going to be the last, though. That was pretty hot."
Both of them laughed again, but I wasn't going to ask for clarification about why. I'd heard enough to get the gist. I shifted again, draping my arm over Jane's waist and snuggling in closer. It was only with the pressure against her body that I realized I was now fully erect, with no impending trip to the bathroom to use as an excuse.
Now, what the hell am I supposed to do with this? Jane's on the phone – with her sister, no less – and I'm rock hard next to my wife in bed. It was too late to cover by rolling over, so without any other viable options I figured I'd just go with it and see what happened.
I shifted again, pressing my shaft against Jane's cotton panties as I moved my arm to lightly graze her full breast and then let it settle, gently cupping her over her t-shirt. She made a startled noise that might have indicated frustration but didn't seem designed to dissuade me.
Steph paused in the middle of her lurid story. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just got a chill is all. Keep going. This is pretty hot."
"Is Steve still sleeping? I could hear him snoring a minute ago."
"Back out like a light," Jane lied. "He just shifted into one of the few positions where the snoring doesn't make him sound like a wood chipper."
In retaliation, I thrust my cock gently toward her and grazed its length over the backside of her panties. She responded by clenching her thighs and shoving backward with her ass. That move was definitely designed to tell me to cut it out. Fortunately for me, I had her in a bit of a corner. She was lying on her right arm and using her left to hold the phone, so there was no functional way she could shove me off without giving away what was going on.
"Swear to god, I don't get why you don't just smother him with a pillow sometimes. That snoring would be a deal breaker for sure."
"Hey, it's not so bad. Plus, I'm used to it. And he manages to make up for it with the other stuff he does in bed."
That's more like it, babe. For that she earned a light stroke over her nipple. She didn't seem to mind. I continued and felt it harden at my touch. She snuggled a little closer.
"Ew, TMI. The last think I need to know about is old married people sex. So, anyway, it all happened so fast. He's sucking on my neck and his hands are all over me. At first I was worried that there were people around, but everyone going in and out of the restrooms just ignored us. But it was super-hot feeling like we were being watched. I think that's what got me so horny. Who knew I was like, this secret exhibitionist?"
"Please. It was never a secret. Remember when you wore that tiny little bikini to the River Festival and started demanding people throw you Mardi Gras beads to see your tits?"
I remembered. Jane and I hadn't been there, but the story had become legend. She never did strip, of course, but the image of her doing so was planted in lots of minds – and on quite a few phones – that day. I took that moment to grind my hips against Jane's crotch again, then decided to take things a step further. Being careful not to get myself in the video chat shot, I lay on my back, shimmied out of my shorts and deposited them off the side of the bed. I resumed my position, this time boldly sliding my warm hand up Jane's nightshirt to directly cup her breast and rub the palm over her still erect nipple.
"Yeah, yeah. That doesn't really count, though. I was just teasing. This was full-on making out and getting felt up in front of a bunch of strangers. So, while our mouths are locked together, I feel his hand going up my dress. On one hand, I'm like, 'What the hell?' But on the other hand, there's this little voice in my head saying, 'Just go with it!' I was pretty wet by that time anyway, and all of a sudden I really wanted to get off."
"Is that when you pulled him into the ladies' room?"
"Hell, yes! I had to have something – his fingers or his mouth or cock. I really didn't care at that point."
I'd been stroking her breast and grinding my cock against her crotch during this whole time, and I was enjoying the enthusiastic – if silent – response I was getting. Jane ground her ass back into me with a delicious gyrating motion, obviously giving in and enjoying this game.
"Hold on a sec, Steph. I need to switch position. My arm's falling asleep."
I closed my eyes and pretended to be out as Jane moved onto her back, simultaneously kicking the covers off and spreading her legs. With her free hand, she pointed to her panties, then hooked a thumb toward the side of the bed as if to say, "These need to come off."
I was happy to oblige. Jane had the phone held on her chest so only her face and her pillow were visible, so I was no longer worried that I'd give myself away by being in the shot. Up on my knees now, I caught the waistband of her panties and pulled as she lifted her ass off the bed to ease their removal. Her bush was neatly manicured for bathing suit season, leaving just a narrow strip and completely smooth around her labia, and her bikini tan lines were still visible from our Memorial Day beach vacation a few weeks earlier.
Unlike her sister, Jane wore her dark hair in an almost boyishly short cut that for some reason drove me crazy. She started to drive me even more crazy as she ran her middle finger down over her now pouting, moist pussy lips, slipped it just inside, then pulled it out to offer to me.
