It was not easy to feel normal, not really even possible to feel normal, after what Cara and I did in our basement bathroom that afternoon. We quickly cleaned everything up, including ourselves. I showered in the basement bathroom, and Cara did likewise upstairs. We didn't speak much, as a lot was going through both our heads. I shouldn't actually speak for Cara's mind, but I know that my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions.
We had crossed a line that afternoon, but perhaps with everything that had led up to it, it was a line that was inevitably going to be crossed at one time or another.
Tony arrived home with our children around 6pm that evening. The kids were a little logy with the ice cream desserts he had bought for them, but they were still excited enough to tell us about the movie that they had seen and how good they thought it was. It was one of those super-hero action movies that usually just make me fall asleep. But the kids enjoyed it, and I was happy for them. I found it difficult to look at Tony directly...certainly not in the eye.
The kids had brought home a Red Box movie and wanted to continue spending time with Tony and having a movie night. That was fine with me because it meant I didn't have to talk too much. Cara started the DVD with us but complained of a headache soon after the previews were over and went upstairs to our bedroom.
Halfway through the movie, I grew bored. It was yet another one of those super-hero action movies that the kids had just been out to see and yet never seemed to grow tired of. Lots of loud noises, explosions, running, fighting, and chasing that I just wished would resolve itself quickly so that the plot, although formulaic itself, could move along. I find it all so tedious.
I had a thought to go check on Cara. Slipping out of the family room without so much a turn of anyone elses head, I made my way upstairs. I found my way to our closed bedroom door and touched the handle. I was going to come in quietly in case Cara was sleeping.
But she wasn't sleeping.
I didn't even have to open the door to know what was going on. I know the sounds Cara makes when she's masturbating. From the sounds she was making I could tell she was bringing herself close to climax. Even through the door, I could hear the bed frame making creaking noises. I paused at the door, not wanting to startle and interrupt her. I waited until there was no sound coming from the other side of the door. I could hear the muffled sounds coming from the movie being played downstairs in the family room. I waited for a few moments and then entered our bedroom.
Cara was lying on the bed with her arms over her head, looking up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. She was nude from the waist down and her legs were spread open. Her pussy looked puffy and wet. There was only a single light on in the room, a reading lamp we keep in the far corner. It was enough light for me to clearly see Cara in all of her post-orgasm glory.
She did get startled when she realized I'd walked in and she grabbed the blanket next to her and covered herself up with it.
"You scared me," she said, still catching her breath, as I closed the door behind me.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to do that."
She looked at me with her face flushed and her chest still heaving somewhat.
"Did you have a good cum?" I asked.
She at first looked like she was going to try to deny it, but then gave in and said, "Yes. Yes I did."
"Good for you," I said. "May I kiss it?"
Without waiting for her to respond, I pulled the blanket away from her, exposing her sex once again. I leaned down and put my lips to the top of her vagina. She immediately convulsed from the sensitivity she had down there and pulled herself away from me.
"You most certainly did," I said playfully. I let her cover herself back up with the blanket as I got onto the bed and laid on my side next to her, propping my head up with a pillow so that I could talk to her. "How are you doing?" I asked once I had gotten into a comfortable position.
"As you saw, I'm doing just fine," my wife said to me. I could see tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead.
"What were you fantasizing about just now? What we did this afternoon, or him?"
"Both," she answered.
"I figured," I said. I was quiet for a while, just breathing next to my wife, listening to her breath as well. Eventually I said, "We both got off pretty hard this afternoon..wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes," Cara whispered. She sounded sleepy. I pushed on her shoulder so that she would turn away from me and I began to rub her back. I put my hand on her neck and rubbed the base of her head and then massaged the back of her head gently. Her breath slowed and grew deeper. She was falling asleep and I assisted her in getting there. I moved the hair away from the cheek that was turned upward so that I could see her face. She looked so beautiful in that position and in that light. I watched her sleeping for a few more minutes, never feeling more deeply in love with her than I did right then.
Thinking she was asleep, I laid on my back for a few minutes, but wasn't able to quiet my mind enough to go to sleep myself. It was way too early in the evening for that. I got up as quietly as I could so as not to disturb Cara, but as I moved across the room she called my name.
"Yes, sweety?" I moved back to her bedside.
"I was thinking," she said softly.
"Uh oh, not that again," I said facetiously.
Cara smiled and said, "I'm going to see if Tony can stay for a few more days." I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything. "He's between work assignments according to Angela, so I think that he probably can."
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
She sat up on the bed and patted the space beside her. I got on the bed, sat down cross-legged, and waited to hear the latest thing on my sexy, perverted wife's mind.
"If he agrees to stay for a few more days, I want to move him back down to the basement."
"You want to do this again," I chuckled. "I think he might get suspicious."
"No, not the same thing." She had that devilish look in her eye. She wiped a lock of hair away from her eye in the sexy way she has of doing that and I felt my cock getting hard for her. "I want you to set up the cameras in that bathroom."
"You want to spy on our house-guest? Our future brother-in-law?"
"Um-hmm," she said. "I want to see his cock."
