This story is based on something that actually happened with my wife Brenna. It is unconnected to the other multi-part sci-fi stories I've written because it is from my point of view, not hers, and is entirely mundane.
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I finished smoking the last of my bowl and helped Adam out of the camping chair next to the bonfire. The last light of the sun has just faded from the evening sky and my once bustling yard full of friends has dwindled down to just a few stragglers. Together, the two of us wandered to the buffet table and he helped me gather the dishes.
I look around at the flickering solar lights, trying to find Brenna, my beautiful wife. With her dazzling smile and hourglass figure, she stands out even in a crowd. I'd seen her earlier, splashing around with a few girlfriends in the kiddie pool and then giggling with Dan behind the house for some reason.
Dan was the tall, square jawed friend of ours from college who never seemed to lack for female company, however last summer, he got engaged to lovely woman named Emma and he brought her up for this party. I wasn't sure what Dan and Brenna were up to but both were smiling a bunch and I had my hands full entertaining some new guests that had just arrived.
The summer party had been a big hit, with volleyball and dancing and bubbles and all the wonderful things. Finally, my sister-in-law had taken the kids to their house for a sleepover, leaving Brenna and I with the dubious task of herding people out and cleaning up.
Adam found his ride, a relatively sober Tom, who was talking cryptocurrency with another friend underneath our Madrona tree. Tom, ever conscious of social cues, quickly offered to help with dishes but I waved him off and he collected Adam, and headed out.
Going inside, I found Brenna in her usual jangly skirt and green top, at the kitchen sink. I took a moment to admire her full curves, the flair of her hips, the full breasts barely contained by the summer top. When I approached, she quickly turned away, fussing with her hands in the water.
"Hey cutie!" I said, adding the dishes to the pile. "How you doing?"
"Good." She said a little too quickly and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Is everyone out there headed home?"
"Yep. Anyone in here?" I ask. She dries her hands on the oven towels and looks away nervously.
"Just Dan and Emma. They are both pretty wasted so they are crashing on the couches in the living room." That made sense, they had traveled up here from Bremerton and with no kids or responsibilities, had hit the party pretty hard.
Brenna had been keeping an eye on them, even helping Dan stow away some of his things in our bedroom when he first arrived. He must have had some heavy clothes bags because she was pretty flushed and breathless after that but I didn't have a chance to ask her about it at the time.
"Cool, so... it's just us, then?" I rub my hips against hers flirtatiously but she shuffles away a little bit.
"Yeah, hey, I'm pretty tired, sweetheart. Mind if I just turn in?"
"Sure! I'll be right behind you." With a kiss, she heads off to bed. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed. All the raucous partying had got me fired up and I was looking forward to a little sexy time with Brenna but I respected her being tired at the end of the night so I finished up, washed my face and crawled into bed.
She was already facing away from me when I climbed in. I snuggled up and could swear I could feel wetness between her legs as she pressed up against me but sleep already had me in its grasp and I quickly succumbed.
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"Uhnnnn." It was an unmistakable groan of pleasure that woke me from my sleep. Smiling, I rolled over and felt the empty spot on the bed where Brenna should have been.
The sudden realization was like a splash of cold water to my face. I sat up, ears straining against the silence.
"Oh fuck," her voice is unmistakable, end it was followed by a low moan, distinctly male. Where was my wife? My heart is pounding in my chest and my mind racing.
Carefully, I peel back the blankets and slip into my bathrobe, cautiously opening the bedroom door.
"Yessss, right there!" Dan's voice carries down the hallway and it's followed by a wet slapping noise that is all too familiar. "Fuck, Brenna"
I hear her trying to shush him but her protests fade into moans as he picks up the pace.