It had been almost two months since our sex-filled weekend at the hotel. Back home, we had fallen into a routine of having sex whenever we were alone together.
Although he could still be animalistic between the sheets, Charlie was the polar opposite outside of the bedroom. He'd sometimes invite himself into my room just because he wanted a quick kiss. Or I'd crawl into bed to discover notes left under my pillow, each one containing a cute drawing. Just small, thoughtful things to make me happy.
Everything between Charlie and myself was going better than ever. However, the mood within the house had shifted. Jen, normally carefree and positive seemed to have an air of tension surrounding her. I was worried she suspected her husband and I had been fucking.
As it happens, Jen did suspect something was wrong.
One afternoon she asked me for a 'quick' word. Now, if someone ever asks for quick word, I've often found that's code for "the shit is about to hit the fan." Oh, fuck! I braced myself for the incoming storm; had our affair been rumbled?
"A few months back, when you and Charlie went to that hotel. What happened?"
I was like a rabbit caught in headlights. What did she know? Should I tell her the truth and risk the fallout of tearing a family apart, or do I pretend I've got no idea what she's talking about? I opted for the latter option.
"N-nothing. How come?" a lump in my throat.
Jen's stare grew more intense, studying my every facial detail as she weighed up what I had told her. She sighed, disapprovingly shaking her head at me.
"It's just. Was there anyone else there? Were you with Charlie the whole time? As in, all the time?"
This line of questioning wasn't going as I expected. Someone else? Well, now I could finally start telling some truths.
"No. It was just us two. I was with him the whole time. Why?"
Although we both knew we were alone in the house, this didn't stop Jen from looking around the room before she would allow herself to continue.
She lowered her voice. "Okay. Don't repeat this to anyone, it's just that me and Charlie aren't as...intimate as we were, and I was worried that he'd met, well, another woman."
I felt a weight lifted. Jen had no idea it was me her husband had been sleeping with.
"Jen, I promise you there were no women there. Charlie isn't cheating on you with another women," I reassured her.
Jen looked relieved; her stressed expression now replaced with a smile.
"Yes, I'm being ridiculous. Of course he's not cheating. Whenever he's not at work you're here with him," she reasoned while shaking her head at the disbelief she'd ever doubted him.
"Anyway, now something not completely stupid. I'm planning on booking us a last-minute family holiday at the end of the month. Fancy coming with us?"
"Sure."
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A few weeks later, the four of us arrived in Spain and found ourselves at a paint-by-numbers resort. Charlie and Jen sharing one room, Luke and myself another.
Charlie spent much of the time attired in only his flip-flops and tiny shorts. His shirtless, hairy, athletic body tanning under the Spanish sun, gave him a sexy glow. I caught numerous people, both men and women, turning their heads to admire him. He'd also spend hours in the pool, the specks of water sparkling on his bronzed skin.
I'd sometimes join him in the pool, and we'd stand together at the edge with our hands under the water. Those around us would have seen a dad and his friend's son having an innocent chat. What was happening under the surface, was far from innocent. We'd have our hands inside one another's shorts, gently caressing one another's cocks. Charlie would divulge that he hadn't cum since arriving in Spain while I wrapped my hand around his fully erect cock, wanking it subtly so that my arm would remain motionless above the surface. Everyone was watching us, including his family, so I couldn't cause enough friction to make him cum. However, he enjoyed being edged for a while.
