It was after 10 when the pair got back home. Bryan put his hands on Traci's hips as she walked in the door ahead of him, turning to face him directly when the door closed. She leaned into Bryan and gave him a gentle kiss as he kept his hands firmly on her hips.
The two looked at each other as they broke their kiss. She reached for his hand and led him into the master bedroom. He didn't hesitate for a split-second.
Gentle kisses turned more passionate. The new red dress hit the floor seconds later, followed shortly by her red bikini panties. Bryan smiled smugly as Traci helped him shed his clothes.
A skilled seducer with a lot of experience, Bryan let Traci dictate the pace of their mating. She seemed to prefer slow, sensuous lovemaking, probably the same as Brady would give her, so Bryan made sure to give her exactly that. Traci's body was very responsive to his touch, although he was almost the exact same size as her husband. She briefly had the rational thought that what she was doing was wrong, but that quickly faded as her lust grew.
Traci had three orgasms before Bryan finally exploded inside her. They lay together, smiling at each other for several long minutes before Bryan slid down her body and started sucking on her nipples. Traci cooed her increasing arousal before Bryan worked his way down to her wet, slippery pussy. He didn't find his own cum off-putting and licked her to two more climaxes. They giggled, talked, laughed and cuddled for about 15 more minutes before drifting off to a very satisfying deep sleep.
Traci was awakened early the next morning by a couple of fingers circling and rubbing over her clitoris. She opened her legs to provide more access, then shrieked and clutched the disheveled sheets as she came.
"Good morning, Sleepyhead," he said softly as she was coming down from her orgasm.
He sucked her close nipple into his mouth while he continued diddling her clit, a few minutes later getting her to explode into orgasm yet again. He licked the juices off his fingers before rolling on top of his friend's wife, rubbing his erection up and down her slick cunt several times and then sliding it inside.
The pair slipped back into sleep after Bryan filled Traci's pussy again. When Bryan awoke at about nine, he looked over to see Traci staring back at him, small tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I really do love him, you know," she whispered.
"I know. Never doubted it. This stays just between us, always," he said.
The pair showered together. Traci gave Bryan a slow, loving blowjob before he brought her to a screaming orgasm with his fingers.
The couple dressed and went into the kitchen to make lunch. They were barely done when Traci reached down and squeezed Bryan's crotch. They practically ran into the master bedroom like giddy kids.
An hour later, they were back in the shower. When they were done, they both put on jeans and T-shirts. Bryan tried to get Traci to go braless, but since they were going to a local pub for a casual meal and a few drinks, she was afraid they would run into someone she and her husband knew. Being seen with a friend of Brady's might not be a red flag, but being overt might be asking for trouble.
Traci introduced Bryan to several people at the pub. The evening was a success, Traci felt, as the food was good and Bryan seemed able to fit in well with the crowd. Nothing would seem out of sorts if Brady were to ask anyone who had seen Traci and Bryan that night, Traci thought.
Traci took Bryan by the hand and led him back to the master bedroom as soon as the pair got back to the house. They made slow, passionate love once and had a wild, rough fuckfest once. Traci then told Bryan he needed to sleep in the guest room as Brady would be back sometime in the morning and she didn't want to take the chance he might get in early and catch them in bed. Bryan nodded in agreement and Traci went about stripping the bed and remaking it with fresh sheets. She jumped in the shower, cleaned vigorously and went to bed alone. Before she did, she stopped in the doorway of the guest room and smiled at Bryan.
"Thank you for a wonderful weekend; now it's time for neither of us to ever mention it again. Agreed?" she said.
Bryan nodded in agreement, but then wrinkled his brow.
"Just one question," he said. "Why? You say you love Brady, and I believe you."
"I adore Brady. But he seems really hung up on me not having sex with you, so... it became a challenge for me. And unless you or I say something, he will never know. Simple as that."
"Nobody will ever know from me. I'll take this secret to the grave," Bryan said.
Brady got in about noon and had no clue what had taken place during the weekend. Although he did some surreptitious checking, he found nothing that aroused his suspicion. He felt much better and had a great day with his wife and friend. They both seemed very open about how they had spent the weekend, Brady noted to himself.
Bryan flew out the next day.
About three weeks later, Traci called in sick to work after waking up nauseous and finally throwing up. While she was retching over the stool, the thought came to her that she had not had her period. When her stomach finally started to feel better, she drove over to the near-by pharmacy and got a home pregnancy test.
"Welcome home, Daddy!" she chirped brightly when Brady came home that evening. She pulled the positive pregnancy test from behind her back and handed it to her surprised, but happy husband. He lifted his wife and spun her around before placing her back on the floor and moving in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Traci smiled inwardly. She knew her husband did not follow her cycles, and with just a little fudging on the dates, he would have no clue that he was not the father. Best of all, Brady and Bryan both had dark, curly hair and blue eyes.
Traci debated with herself about telling Bryan. She decided that knowing a secret without being able to tell at least one other person was like peeing in your pants in a darkened room.
Traci's baby bump had started to be noticeable about the two-month mark. She waited another month so it was indeed obvious underneath the thin white T-shirt she wore for the photo taken by her best friend, Felecia. She told Felecia she wanted to take a photo dressed pregnant and sexy for Brady. When she had the photos developed and printed, she made sure she got an extra photo, and mailed it with a little note to Bryan.
"Just thought you should know. You don't have to worry about a thing. I know Brady will be a great dad to our baby."
Bryan chuckled. He absolutely loved the photo of Traci with her pregnant belly wearing nothing but a T-shirt that came down to just past her vagina, a vagina he remembered very well. He put the photo into the top drawer of his home office desk.
Two years later, Traci gave birth to a boy that truly was Brady's biological child. He and his older sister both favored their mother, and both seemed to be as good-looking as their mom. Traci thought to herself that nobody would ever be able to tell the difference in the siblings' parentage.
"Uncle Bryan" visited the Robbins' household several times a year while the children were growing, and always made sure to do a pretty good impression of Santa Claus when he visited. He and a partner had started their own tech firm, and within two years Bryan had a net worth of more than $1 million and growing.
As he and Traci had agreed, Bryan never acted as anything but an adoring uncle to both Robbins children. Traci and Bryan never exchanged so much as a wink between them, and as far as Bryan could tell Traci was the perfect wife to Brady... well, practically.
With all the Robbins playing a role, Bryan got married when he was 30 to a woman who practically could have been Traci's twin. That fact wasn't lost on both Brady, who was best man, and Traci, who was a bridesmaid. Ariel was flower girl and Lenny was the ring bearer.
Unfortunately, Bryan's marriage wasn't nearly as good as Brady's, and seven years later he and his wife were divorced. Bryan got good advice, though, and had a solid pre-nup, so he held on to most of his millions.
