A new friend for David and Me.
Continued from Chapter 03, Brenda and I naked together in the pool of the townhouse:
We just stare into each other's eyes for a very long moment, until she pushes her breasts into mine as she kisses me. Then she breaks away with another squeal, and swims to the other end of the pool. I quickly follow and we are both laughing and splashing each other after I catch up with her. Her body feels so good against mine, as we stand at the four-foot level, so we are in water nearly up to our necks.
She looks deeply into my eyes, and then pushes her lips into mine again. My heart is pounding and I kiss back. I play with her tits, she plays with mine giving me a tingling feeling as she does (I love having my tits fondled!). I break contact from her and challenge her to a race. As a swimmer in high school, I win easily and we play, splash, and laugh for another twenty minutes before climbing out to dry off. The night air is cool and my nipples are rock hard.
Then I get a weird idea and say to her,
"Brenda, let's see what David is up to, shall we?"
We creep into the master bedroom and see David lying in the middle of the bed on his stomach. He is wearing a T-shirt and boxer briefs. We are whispering and laughing quietly, but the volume of our surreptitious activities rises, so I am sure David can hear, but is playing possum. We slide up to him in stealth mode from opposite sides, and start in with little kisses and touches. I say something in a whisper to Brenda, and she whispers back, "Okay!"
With that, we carefully hook our fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and slowly pull them down and off his feet. He has to be awake by now, but the little shit is feigning sleep. We both start with little kisses on his buttery-smooth ass cheeks, and kisses to each other as well. I reach under him and start to fondle his balls and as much of his penis as I can get my hands on. Brenda slides her hands under his T-shirt and up his back.
"What are you two little twin-monsters up to?" I hear my sweet husband say.
He quickly turns over and we both squeal as he grabs for the first girl he can reach, which happens to be me. We are wrestling and he is attacking all of my most ticklish parts. Brenda is fighting back, tickling him from the other side. He retaliates and as he rolls over toward Brenda, he finds himself on top of her lying between her open legs.
He stops, and realizing the compromising positon he is in, with his cock now rubbing against her naked crotch, starts to get up. My heart skips a beat seeing him on top of this girl, however accidentally it happened. Brenda looks at me, and without thinking, I say to David,
"Go ahead, darling."
He says, "I can't do this Donna!" and as pushes up away from Brenda, but I stop him and reiterate,
"Go ahead David, it's okay. Please honey!" (Oh shit!! What am I doing?!)
He shifts his body a little and his cock slides under her and between her buttocks. (Am I really going to let him make love to this girl? Should I stop it?) I am in shock as she opens her legs a little more, and I see him raise his upper body and shift a little so that his hard cock easily slides into her pussy. She closes her eyes, and starts to push her hips up to meet his thrusts.
Not knowing what else to do, I slide out of the bed, and tiptoe out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I walk toward the kitchen regretting my decision ... I don't really know why I made it! I am allowing this! I am allowing David to have his privacy with Brenda ... I can still hear their moans. I am tearing up as I reach the kitchen.
Why did I tell David it was okay to be with this girl? A momentary reaction, and now I am starting to feel sorry for myself. So, not knowing what else to do, I make coffee for myself, the steaming cup before me warms me. I see a tear splash into my coffee. I start muttering to myself,
"Shit Donna, what the hell??? You husband is in there ... and he is ... and she ... and you are out her having coffee? WTF girl?"
I can't very well break in on them and stop it after I kept him from correcting the situation himself. He will make love to her ... he really has no choice lying on top of her petite naked form. So, yeah, he will make love to her, and ... and afterward, he ... he will still be my husband ... I hope!
I can't stand it any longer, and I creep down the hallway, and quietly turn the doorknob and peek in to see Brenda on top straddling David. They continue to have sex in several positions as I watch for about ten minutes. They end up back in the missionary position with David grunting as he pounds his cock into her hard. She is moaning loudly, and I can see her shuddering in a strong orgasm.
After another five minutes, which seems like an hour to me, David stiffens, and I know that he is spewing his cum four-inches inside this girl, as she screams in another strong orgasm, shuddering and convulsing. I quietly close the door, and return to the kitchen and sit with shoulders quaking as I am crying into my hands covering my face.
"Oh, my God! I have lost David! I have lost my darling husband, and it is all my fault because it was my lust, letting another man touch me, that lead to David meeting Brenda in the first place. I feel so empty and alone!"
I am tired now, and I am sitting with my head on the counter next to my coffee cup, sleeping fitfully. After with seems like a long while, I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders. I rouse to see David with a rather sheepish look on his handsome face.
"Come, my darling, come to bed!" he says in a calm voice.
I let David put his arms around me and lead me back to the bedroom. It is empty. David has settled Brenda in the guest bedroom and I slide into the bed with him; we both fall asleep cuddling together. I am still crying softly as I let sleep overtake me like a dark shroud. It feels so good to be back in David's arms again, but I succumb to my emotional exhaustion.
In the morning, David is up and making us breakfast and I wander out after wrapping the sheet around my naked body, trailing most of it behind me as I plod into the kitchen.
"Good morning angel!" David says cheerily.
He sees me looking around, and answers my unasked question,
"She's gone. She left early in the morning for home, but there is a note on the counter with her number on it."
"She gave you her phone number, David?"
"No darling, she gave
you
her phone number. Read the note!"
I put out a hand still clutching the sheet with the other, and pick up the folded piece of paper from the counter. It reads,
"Dearest Donna,
I am so sorry about how things developed last night, and hope you can forgive my weakness. I love you ... please call me!
Love, Brenda."
555-9876
I look at the post-scripted phone number, look up at David and set the note back on the counter. I plop into a stool at the counter and a steaming cup of coffee appears in front of me. David's hand is on my shoulder and his lips on my neck giving me a sweet kiss.
"I love you so much Donna! Have some breakfast, let's talk a little, and call Brenda!"
He sets a folded T-shirt and pair of shorts on the counter with a soft pair of cotton panties, and drops a pair of my favorite tennies on the floor. I drop my towel, dress, and have breakfast with David, as he does all the talking. Afterward, he steers me into the living room and we cuddle on the couch without saying a word for a good twenty minutes. I look up at him with a very sad expression and ask,
"David, do you really still love me?"
"Yes, Donna I really, really do love you! You are my sweet little wife and the girl that still fills my heart with great joy!"