The following morning Andy woke up to an empty bed. Trying to shake the cobwebs, he checked the time and realized he'd slept in unusually late, even for a Saturday. His cock was hard and thoughts of the previous night played through his mind.
He had enjoyed Abbie's passionate demands and even more so the steamy fantasy he had conjured in his mind. But now reality struck him like a cold douse of water. What had he done? And what had Abbie done? He felt guilty that he'd fantasized about Jenna while finishing himself last night, and it felt even more fucked up that he had gotten aroused imagining his wife with Dean. But something else was bothering him. Why had Abbie seemed so distant?
He squeezed his erection and considered masturbating again. In spite of taking care of himself in the bathroom last night, not being able to finish with his wife left him feeling unfulfilled.
Instead, Andy pulled on a pair of sweat pants and headed downstairs.
As he descended the stairs he could hear voices below and his stomach dropped. He paused to listen closer but couldn't make out who the voices belonged to. He entered the kitchen to see Abbie in her white bathrobe pouring Jenna a cup of coffee.
Jenna's tight tank top accentuated her ample cleavage, and her shorts revealed her toned thighs. Tattoos graced a good portion of her arms and shoulders as well as one that crept down her right thigh.
"Morning, Andy," Jenna greeted him, tilting her head sideways. "Didn't expect to see you up so early."
Andy cleared his throat, his voice cracking slightly.
"Umm, yeah," he managed to say weakly. "Good morning, Jenna."
Abbie turned around and gave her husband a peck on the cheek.
"Good morning, hun," she greeted him with a smile, tracing a finger across his chest.
It suddenly dawned on Andy that he was wearing just a pair of sweat pants and no shirt. He hadn't been expecting company.
"Good morning," he said with an uneasy smile.
"So Jenna, what brings you over this morning?" Andy asked, trying to sound casual despite the discomfort creeping up his spine.
Would it always be this way? Would he feel terrified every time his wife was alone with Jenna or Dean, for fear they had finally decided to reveal their secret?
Jenna gave him an innocent smile as she took a sip of her coffee, watching Andy closely over the rim of her cup.
"Just needed my morning caffeine fix," she replied. "Thought I would drop by and thank you guys for having us over last night. It was fun, we should do it more often."
"We really should," Abbie chimed in, filling another mug. "I mean, after all, we live right next door to each other!"
"Yea," Andy agreed, glancing nervously at Jenna. "Of course."
"Here hun," Abbie handed Andy a hot cup of fresh coffee.
"Thanks," he smiled.
She really was amazing. There was no question things had been tense lately, but he wondered if much of that was just in his own head. The video his neighbours had of him loomed over him every day, but in a lot of ways, things with him and his wife had been better than ever, particularly in the bedroom. They both seemed more sexually charged than they had been in years.
"So," Andy took a sip of coffee. "Where's Dean this morning?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Something came up and he had to go into work today," Jenna replied with a frown. "So looks like I'm on my own." she chuckled softly, stirring her coffee with a spoon. "What about you, Andy?"
"Me?" Andy raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What about me?"
"Oh, nothing," Jenna feigned innocence but Andy saw the mischief in her eyes. "Its just, I heard you didn't quite finish last night."
Andy's cheeks reddened and he shot a nervous glance at Abbie.
"What? I don't know what you mean," he stammered.
"Jenna!" Abbie exclaimed.
"What?" Jenna asked. "Was I supposed to keep that a secret?" She giggled taking another sip of coffee.
Abbie put her hand on Andy's back and rubbed it reassuringly.
"Sorry, hun," she said with a grin. "I was just telling Jenna how amazing you were last night. That you wore me out and I was too exhausted to help you... you now... finish." Abbie laughed.
She leaned in and gave him a tender kiss.
"Andy, you stud," Jenna teased. "Who knew?" she giggled.
Andy blushed. "Ummm, thanks. I try."
"So, what do you guys have planned for the rest of the weekend?" Abbie asked, changing the subject.
"Not sure," Jenna shrugged. "With Dean gone for the day, I'm probably just going to hang out in the yard and catch some sun. Maybe read a good book."
Jenna did not look like a bookworm, Andy thought. If she was, he would bet his last dollar the books wouldn't be ones you'd want your kids to come across.
"That sounds relaxing," Abbie commented sincerely. "Andy's been working overtime lately, and we've barely had time to sit outside and relax. We might just swing by your place later, if you don't mind some company?"
"That sounds fun," Jenna replied excitedly. "I'd love some company."
Andy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to conceal the burgeoning erection forming in his pants. He realized that while he'd been listening to the girls talk, he'd perhaps been staring a little too closely at Jenna. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, he suddenly felt an overwhelming arousal. He casually looked down at his lap, praying he wouldn't see a tent in his sweat pants, but there it was. Andy slid his chair in closer to the table hoping for some cover.
"That sounds like a great plan," Jenna said excitedly. "Let's say in an hour then?"
