"You really need to stop talking about her like that", Morgan was angry and her husband Cameron hadn't quite figured it out. The Enchanted Rock Vodka they'd been taste testing with the neighbors, Dylan and Michelle, may not have been helping.
"What did I say? Tell me. They don't know anything about it. It's just a joke".
They'd met and eventually started dating while still in college. Cameron had in fact started hooking up with Morgan's roommate and long time best friend Brianna over a year before they themselves hooked up and subsequently started dating. Which was very much at the heart of what Morgan was feeling right now.
Morgan didn't acknowledge her husband. Unless very nearly striking him with the oven door before swinging out a piping hot pan of oven fresh nachos and causing him to reflexively take a quick step back, would be considered acknowledgment.
"Excuse me dear. How clumsy of me." she deadpanned. "Did I burn you?"
Cameron felt like that last part sounded more hopeful than concerned. "No, I'm good, still quick on my feet." Right now, above all, felt like a good time to remain cheerful and optimistic.
She turned to put the fresh nachos on a serving tray and instructed Cameron to bring the tray with the sour cream, diced tomatoes, avocado, and shredded cheese.
"You don't have to look so disappointed," he muttered, only to realize she heard him by the way she hesitated just long enough to eyeball him. Cameron put on his happiest smile and gave her his best "Yes dear, I got it". He even managed the almost guaranteed to please kissy face, arching his eyebrows and puckering up.
She put on her best happy face, turned, stepped into the living room and announced, "I hope everyone has the munchies because I think I overdid it!"
Almost. Gauranteed. To please.
The couples had teamed up to put a satisfied dent in the nachos and vodka by the time Michelle turned to Dylan to advise him, "If you're hoping to take advantage of my condition we should probably go now. So you can, you know, take advantage."
It was one of those "we all laughed because it was true" kind of things to say.
Cameron earnestly tasked himself with wiping down the kitchen counters and loading the dishes while Morgan stacked dirtied plates, pans, glasses, and utensils. Pleased with how well the kitchen turned out Cameron gave the living room a quick look only to find Morgan half way reclined into a corner of the couch, legs crossed, shot glass in hand, foot swinging. She just looked at him.
"Are you...ready for bed?" He was still hopeful.
"What color were they?" She was looking at him expectantly, sipping from the shot glass. "You know what I'm talking about, what color panties did Michelle have on tonight? Although they're probably off by now..." That last part sounded a little melancholy.
"Oh come on. Like Dylan, and Michelle too probably, don't know what color panties you've got on. Looked to me like you two ladies decided to wear the shortest skirts you've got and show off a little. Not complaining, job well done. Congratulations."
She looked at him thoughtfully before she said, "I don't want you to ever talk about Brianna like that again."
"For fucks sake, they have no idea what that meant. That could have been anybody, Michelle included."
Morgan knew it wasn't just anyone. She'd heard the story, but only when he'd been drinking. She'd heard it more than once before she told him she was done with it. At least tonight he had the good sense to only make a bad inside joke, knowing she'd be in on the joke.
They were all at University together and ended up living near one another their third year, frequenting the same clubs, bars, and parties, and even a couple random classes. Cameron regularly hit on both of them, among others, and one late night Brianna decided to leave the party with Cameron. He was cute, fun, athletic. Why not?
As Cameron told the story, she was dripping and eager. They fucked til nearly dawn before he left her bed. He spent the next evening with her and was on his way for a third night in a row, wondering if this may be more than a hook up, when he ran across a couple guys from the Rugby club. They were laughing as he walked up.
"Hey, did you enjoy our sloppy seconds the other night?" Cameron knew his name wasn't Bluto but that just seemed to fit.
"Oh yeah, did she brush her teeth first?" Bluto Jr.? They were more than a little loaded and it was still early.
"Ummm? What the fuck are you talking about?" Cameron was confused.
"That slut Bri."
"Damn fine bitch." "
"Saw you leaving with her the other night. Bet you didn't know we had her first."
Joy and high fives among the Bluto's. Cameron wasn't feeling it.
"Fuckin' A. We tagged team her."
"Spit roasted. Rotiserie ho."
"I hope she used mouthwash."
Cameron blustered a little himself, "You fuckin' twinks, you act like you weren't gettin' someone else's sloppies. At least I made sure she had a couple shots of tequila to cleanse her palette. How 'bout you?"
Even more joy and high fives. "We weren't kissin' the bitch, we were fuckin' her! Oh yeah, and shoving our cocks down her throat. She was lovin' that!"
Cameron was high fiving the Rugby twins, "You and me both you man whores, you and me both!"
Cameron strutted away from the man whores, stood up Brianna, and hooked up with an over served marketing major who really liked Gin and Tonic. And Red Bull. He took it out on her and her mattress. She woke up hung over and sore, front and back, trying to remember that bastard's name.
Morgan made her way to their bedroom. Cameron followed, still not quite sure what turned this night against him. The kids were with Gramma and Grandpa, she'd been flirting with him since Wednesday knowing the kids were going to be away for the weekend, alcohol had been consumed, fresh batteries and lube had been acquired.
Where the fuck did it all go wrong? And how can I fix this?
She was moving away from him toward the master bath when she paused, reached back, undid the snap and zip, and dropped her skirt to the floor. Her pretty pick panties followed.
Cameron took a deep breath. And then another one.
Still with her back to him she methodically pulled off her tee shirt and the lacy bra, adding them to the pile in the corner. Without turning around she made her way to the master bath and closed the door.
When Cameron tried the door it was locked. Cameron took another deep breath and even said a little prayer since he was pretty sure praying for sex when you're married is perfectly legal.
She was running water to mask the toilet sounds and he soon heard the buzzing of a toothbrush.
When she emerged from the bathroom she was wearing her very comfortable "I'm going to bed now and sleep" nightgown. Flannel, warm and soft, it was a signal she was in bed for sleep only and Do Not try anything else.
Watching her climb into bed and bury herself under the covers at the very edge of the bed Cameron opened his mouth to speak and rethought it three separate times before just saying 'fuck it' and taking his turn brushing teeth and stripping for bed.
Cameron decided to sleep naked whether she liked it or not. He'd just taunt her with his body. It didn't really occur to him she expected him to sleep naked since he always slept naked, but once again, it was pretty good vodka.
She was up first and somehow hit the elliptical pretty hard. Not wanting to be shown up he hit the weight machine hard and at one point thought he might be on the verge of passing out. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of finding him sprawled on the floor he shut the door behind her when she finished and took a short nap on the weight bench. It may have been good vodka but he had to admit to consuming more than a taster's share of it.
They had an early lunch, late breakfast, still quiet, when he asked her what she wanted to do this afternoon. The weather was great, sunny skies, not too hot, not too humid, let's just get out.
"Let's hit that art market you were talking about. I read about it in that article you sent me and it sounds pretty cool". That got a positive stir.
Out. Standing. Get out in public, act civilized, get some sunshine, do something she enjoys. Hopefully she'll find something she likes and I don't even care what it costs. OK, maybe a little.
By the time they made their way through the art market and on to that over priced taco fusion place she loved and he could live without for dinner she was smiling and holding his hand again. He looked at her over expensive tacos and knew there was nothing in the world more beautiful than his smiling, happy wife. Except maybe his smiling, happy, "I've just been fucked and I'd really like you to do that again" wife.
The bar next door had an outdoor patio and a pleasant sounding young woman playing guitar and after dinner music. Morgan enjoyed a glass of wine with dinner and at least a couple more listening to the lady guitar player. She caught Cameron staring at her and blushed, smiling. "Now would be a good time to take me home".
A short walk later they were buckled in and headed back to the suburbs. The radio played low and Cameron had his hand on his wife's smooth bare thigh. She had on loose fitting walking shorts for the afternoon, something comfortable. As Cameron's hand made its way up the inside of her thigh she gently trapped it by crossing her legs.
"You're driving, we're doing that later", she chastised him, trying not to grin as she nibbled on her lower lip.
"Lean back", he instructed.
"What? No, we're not. You're driving."
Cameron abruptly pulled to the shoulder of the road and turned to face his wife.
