I seemed to drift off into a light sleep for about ten seconds and Paula's voice brought me awake. "Come on Helen...we have to go...he's asleep" I was aware of the movement of bodies and kept my eyes closed.
I could hear the murmur of voices from the front door and then the click as it was locked. I followed the progress of my wife as she came back to the bedroom. I watched, through hooded lids, as she tidied up, putting clothes in the wash basket. She retrieved the vibrator and cleaned it with a wet-wipe. I watched as she hid it away in the wardrobe. She looked wonderful. Her body was still flushed and her pussy lips were still distended and engorged. I knew from her slow movements that she was reluctant to get dressed again.
She moved to the mirrored dressing table between the windows and let the full, sunny light fall on her. Now I knew that she was still aroused. She played a few strokes across her nipples and the put her hand to her pussy, watching herself in the mirror. She was slow at first but speeded up. Her hand, second finger running over her clit, worked up and down along the length of her pussy slit. I knew she was about to cum and could see the way she bent her knees and opened her thighs. I could see the trickle of wet on her inner thigh. It was now that a perverse feeling came over me. "Very nice" I said scathingly. "Do you do this to get off after we make love."
She stopped in mid stroke. Frozen for a moment and then clenched her thighs together, trapping her hand. That had stopped her in her tracks. I was still put out, not by her doings but by my exclusion. "No ...No."
"Oh course not."
"I was still feeling horny and you didn't want to fuck me ... you preferred Helen...I saw you...you got off on her alright."
I knew we had to talk about this some time. "Sit here" I patted the bed. I covered my bottom half with the sheet and made room for her.
Emma sat down. "How did this happen."
"When did it start." I enquired to get the ball rolling. She sighed and told me like it happened.