It was coming up to one of those glorious long August weekends. Beatrice is three now and was spending a couple of weeks with my parents in a cottage on the coast, leaving us to our own devices and looking forward to a little quiet time to ourselves.
John and Sheila, also with the weekend off, suggested that they come down to ours, spend the weekend and do some sightseeing together, I replied that it'd be a great idea, Rosie hinted to me that John may have been looking to get his wicked way with her again. In the three years since Bea's birth, John has wanted to fuck Rosie again, but he's never been given the chance. Plus, although she's open minded, Sheila would probably freak out if she knew her husband had been unfaithful with her friend.
Saturday came, Sheila and John with it, so early afternoon we dropped their bag in the guest room and headed off out for lunch and a bit of shopping around town.
After being dragged between clothing and shoe shops for five hours, John and I agreed that a quiet night in with some wine and a bit of telly would be better than traipsing down to the local pub, which could get quite rowdy on a Saturday night. Although normally a party animal, Rosie's feet were throbbing, so we stopped by a supermarket, grabbed a wine box or two and something nice for dinner, and headed home.
So far, nothing eventful had happened. John flirted harmlessly with both Rosie and Sheila, his wife rolling her eyes and shaking her head with some amusement at some of the things he came out with.
"He's always like this when I let him out of the house." Sheila said to me quietly.
"I can hear you two calling me you know?" John smirked, "She doesn't let me out that often, so I don't get to meet many members of the opposite sex."
"Lucky for them!" Rosie replied, earning a harrumph from John.
Over dinner, the conversation flowed naturally along with the wine.
Alone in the kitchen, Rosie asked me to take it easy with the wine and to alternate it with water. Thinking I was in for a quiet shag while our guests were sleeping, I agreed, put the wine box back in the fridge and returned to the lounge.
Rosie and Sheila had bought matching PJ's and wanted to model them for us. Both John and I changed into t-shirts and jogging bottoms. Altogether, not a flattering look, but it wasn't like Vivienne Westwood was coming for supper to judge us on our attire.
We decided on a game of Trivial Pursuit before the film, although we weren't sure whether to go with couples vs couples or girls vs boys, so Rosie said she'd write down our names on bits of paper and Sheila could pick one out of a hat. As luck would have it, Sheila picked out my name, although later Rosie told me she'd written my name on every piece and luck had nothing to do with it.
Rosie sat with John on the settee while I sat on the armchair with Sheila sat on the floor resting against my legs. Rosie and I took turns refreshing our friends wine glasses during the game, which they won, so we settled down to watch the film.
Sitting sideways on the armchair so Sheila could lean against it, I reached down to grab my glass, accidentally brushing my hand against Sheila's breast. I apologised immediately but she didn't seem bothered and just shifted slightly. Rosie asked John if he needed more wine and she disappeared into the kitchen to refill their glasses.
She was taking her time when I heard her rummaging in the medicine box, probably looking for the paracetamol. "Oh well." I thought, "There goes my nookie later!" But she reappeared with a mischievous grin, plonked herself on the settee and swung her legs onto John's lap.
"Rub my feet John," she asked as she wiggled her toes at him, "My feet are still sore from that shopping." He obliged, and Rosie settled back into her cushion. She loves having her feet rubbed, and I was sure she was breathing heavier as he massaged her soles, but maybe I'd just imagined it because my heart was beating faster.
Two minutes later, obvious, at least to me, that she was aroused, Rosie asked Sheila if her glass was empty, she answered yes, so Rosie told me to refill Sheila's glass and grab the popcorn. Popcorn? I wondered as I entered the kitchen. We hadn't bought any popcorn! I placed the glasses on the counter and turned to the fridge. Turning back to the counter I noticed a piece of paper, on it was a familiar blue pill and my wife's distinctive handwriting:
"Take this! You didn't see how Sheila's nipples reacted when you 'accidentally' touched her tits you naughty boy!" So that's why she took so long before! "I think she may be ready! I know I am!!" She'd written.
I took the pill, binned the note and returned to the lounge. Rosie looked at me and winked as I placed the glasses on the floor and resumed my position on the armchair. "There's no popcorn love" I said as I reached down for my glass again. This time, as my hand passed Sheila's bosom, she reached across and took it.
"Your hands are so soft Steve," she whispered as a man ran across the screen for some reason or other, I wasn't thinking clearly when she pressed my hand to her left breast and I squeezed it gently.
"It's not fair when your wife gets her feet rubbed and you're not paying me any attention!" She purred. I looked across at Rosie, John was rubbing her feet with one hand, whilst the other crept up her legs, which were parted provocatively. I could see a damp patch on the light grey material of her bottoms, her eyes were closed as she slid slowly down the sofa towards him. As he gently touched her pussy through the thin material, she breathed in deeply and let out a long satisfied sigh.
