The next morning, the kids woke up a little earlier than we had hoped on a Saturday morning. As I changed my daughter's diaper on the floor our bedroom, I glanced in at my wife in the bathroom washing her face. It was hard to believe that the events from last night were actually real and not just some fantasy we role-played in bed. I dreaded seeing Josh this morning. Not that I was upset or felt bad about the intimate encounter he had had with Alyssa, but because I had no idea what the dynamic between the three of us was going to be.
We brought the kids downstairs and Alyssa escaped to the kitchen to start making breakfast while I sat in the den and played with my 3-year-old son as my daughter toddled around. It wasn't long before the basement door opened and Josh poked his head around.
"Sorry man," I called out, "there's no sleeping in this house once the kids are up unless you want to wear earplugs." I motioned to my son who was running around kicking an inflatable ball while his sister laughed and squealed.
"Oh, yeah, I know, it's no problem." He glanced around as he shut the door behind him. I guessed he was looking for my wife and really hoped he wasn't going to make things any weirder than they naturally would be. As he walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite from me, I could tell he was trying not to make eye contact.
Deciding to just address the elephant in the room, I kept kicking the ball back to my son as I spoke. "Listen, Alyssa told me about how last night went further than she planned. I'm completely fine with it and glad that you enjoyed. I think it was a good confidence boost and something we had kind of fantasized about doing at some point; you just happened to be in the right place at the right time. So please don't act weird and make us regret it, ok?"
Josh looked over at me with a slightly shocked look on his face and then nodded. "I'm not sure what to say. She's so hot and it was amazing. I hadn't told you this, but Trisha and I hadn't..." he glanced at the kids and paused, "you know, for a while even before we seperated. And I haven't gotten back out there yet. So anyway, it was really appreciated. And yeah, I won't bring it up or make things weird."
I smiled and was glad we were on the same page. A few seconds passed and then I had an afterthought. "I just said don't make it weird. If you want to let her know how good it was or something, that's fine. Just be chill." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I thought that they probably shouldn't have. If I was trying to smooth things over and return to normalcy, making any further mention of what happened was most likely not the best idea.
Josh just responded with an "Oh, ok" and seemed to be lost in a thought.
I left him to play with the kids and walked into the kitchen to check on breakfast. Alyssa was standing in front of the stove finishing up the sausage. To my surprise, something about Josh telling me that he thought she was hot, made me find her even more attractive. As I walked over to her, I recalled the image of her giving him head last night while her hand disappeared down the front of the pajama pants she was currently wearing. I could feel my libido rising as I put my hands on her hips, used my chin to move her hair out of the way, and kissed her earlobe.
She pulled her head back and glanced around out of the corner of her eye. "Ok, just making sure it's actually you." She looked back at the sausage on the skillet and continued. "After last night, I could see you telling Josh to come in here and try to make out with me while our kids are in the next room." I could tell she was a little miffed.
I slid one of my hands from her hip under the waistband of her pajamas and panties. As my middle finger began tracing her length of her slit, she grabbed my wrist to stop me. "Seriously, what has gotten into you. Not only are the kids in the den, but so is Josh."
My finger continued to rub her mound. "Just for a few seconds. Until you finish up the sausage."
She reluctantly removed her hand from my wrist and flipped the meat in pan with a spatula. I put my tongue on the back of her earlobe and slowly moved it upward. She shuddered and moved her head. "John. Stop. You know what you are doing to me."
But I didn't stop. Feeling her pussy starting to get damp, I put two fingers on her clit and rubbed back and forth faster. As she was just starting to hump my hand, we heard footsteps enter the kitchen behind us.
"That smells so good. I'm starving." I said, trying to pretend I was just looking over my wife's shoulder at the food on the stove. I slipped my hand out of her pants and stepped away as if I was naturally walking to the table. Glancing over I saw Josh looking a little sheepish and reaching into the cabinet for a glass.
Setting the table, I called to the kids to come in for breakfast as Alyssa composed herself and greeted Josh.
Breakfast was uneventful and afterward Josh and I hung out and watched college football until he got a call from the contractor saying that he needed to approve some extra expense in the house repairs. He decided he wanted to go look for himself before making a costly decision, but before leaving, my wife told him he'd need to text us when he was coming back so we could unlock the door since the kids would napping and she didn't want him knocking.
After he left and Alyssa got the kids down for their afternoon naps, she found me in the garage cleaning and organizing the mess of tools I had pulled out for a recent project.
"Hey, want to finish what you started this morning?" she asked in her best take on a sexy voice as she walked over to me. I smiled, wiped off my greasy hands, and started to tug at the pajama pants she was still wearing from the morning. "Woah, wait, not here. Come on, let's go upstairs."
"Nah, I want to bend you over my tool bench. We've never done it out here before." I said while still lightly pulling at the fabric.
"First of all, since you got me worked up this morning and then sat around and watched football, you are going to go down on me and get me off before anything else happens." she said with a very serious look on her face, "And secondly, if you have to go unlock the door for Josh, I want to be near my 'vibey' if I have to finish the job myself."
I laughed at the mention of her pet name for the vibrator I got her a few years ago. Despite her protests, I finished tugging down her pajamas and panties to her ankles. "Babe, Josh just left less than 20 minutes ago, we have PLENTY of time." I assured her. "Don't worry. Hop up on there and I'll lick that horny pussy of yours until you cum." I said as I pointed to the hood of my car.
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Come on, it'll be fun, and we can check the garage off of the every-room-in-the-house list."
She began walking over to the car. "Ok, we can try, but if I can't get off out here, we are going upstairs and you are finishing the job. None of this, 'oh well, let's just fuck' stuff."
