Kristen and Brett were sitting at the breakfast bar and my wife was at the stove cooking ham and eggs, dressed in a short, silky looking robe, tied at her waist. It seemed strange to see her cooking breakfast. At home, I was the morning cook, often taking Michelle breakfast in bed on the weekends. When I glanced at her, depending on how she turned, I could see her nightgown, undoubtedly the same one she'd worn while making love with Brett. That brought back the stark sounds of their lovemaking into my mind.
"Good morning sleepyhead," I heard from a chorus of voices.
I responded in kind, taking one of the chairs at the bar next to Kristen where a place had already been set for me. Michelle's was at the opposite end next to Brett. She glanced over at me, giving me that dazzling smile before returning to her cooking. That brief smile meant more to me that morning than all the valuables in the world would have!
When we sat to eat, Brett said to me, "After breakfast, I thought I'd show you around and let the ladies have a little time to get to know each other."
I'd rather have spent time with the ladies, one in particular, but instead replied to him, "Great. I'd love to see the rest of your place."
We all made small, inconsequential talk during breakfast. I complimented Michelle on what a fantastic cook she was and she very graciously acknowledged my compliment, obviously pleased with herself. My eyes couldn't help but keep glancing at her, visualizing her spending the night in Brett's arms.
After breakfast, we all helped clean the dishes and kitchen. Then I followed Brett as he showed me the rooms to the house. I don't think I'd ever been in one quite like it before. It was two stories, three bedrooms, the other bedroom very similar to the one Kristen and I had slept in. It had high, arched ceilings with heavy wooden beams, the family room we'd seen the night before, Brett's den, an exercise room, another play room with a beautiful, oak pool table, an entertainment room with at least a 70" TV on one wall with several easy chairs for comfortable viewing. He said it also had a sound system built-in.
Then he showed me upstairs and into his bedroom, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say "their" bedroom. The rest of the house was very masculine, with the heavy walnut and leather furniture and massive beams supporting the roof. This room was much the same but had its feminine features as well, most noticeably the lingering odor of Michelle's perfume, the same as I'd found in her lingerie drawer. The massive bed was covered with a frilly looking bed-spread and probably had silk sheets. It too, had one wall nearly all window and open to the outside greenery and pool, with an outdoor deck spreading the full length of the room.
Perhaps the most interesting feature in the room was the mirror situated on the ceiling above the bed, a couple feet larger than the bed on all sides. I wondered how many times the man standing beside me had made love with my wife under that mirror.
Was that to be her future? I felt like I'd pushed Michelle out of an airplane without a parachute and there was no way of stopping her fall into his life any more than there was of stopping gravity. I was deathly afraid that if I interfered with that free-fall that it would damage our relationship permanently no matter how she landed. All I could hope for was that my being there would remind her that we had a life back in little Kennewick, Washington.
Of course I looked around at what Brett was offering and her other life seemed to come up short. My thoughts returned to Brett's tour, reminding me of how much more he could offer. He was obviously proud of his house and I could understand why. It was beautiful! When he took me outside, I was stunned. His back yard was immense, with trees and the greenest, most meticulously groomed lawn I'd ever seen. It yearned to be walked on with bare feet! There was a small stream wandering around the yard with two stone, arched bridges and a beautiful waterfall into a small pond. Apparently, it had been set up to pump the water from the pond back to the start of the stream, probably with in-line filters as the water was crystal clear. Centered in the lawn was a beautiful, kidney-shaped pool filled with sparkling clean water. Overall, it was about the most beautiful yard I'd ever seen and probably was at least an acre in size.
"It's a beautiful day and I thought we could go for a swim a little later when it warms up," he suggested.
I told him I'd love to, but I hadn't brought a swimsuit. He said he had several and I could borrow one. It did sound like fun so with the suit problem resolved, I readily agreed. I was looking forward to spending the day, hoping that there'd be an opportunity to speak to Michelle alone.
Alas, the alone time never came. When we'd finished the tour, Michelle and Kristen had dressed, Michelle in a pair of Capri slacks and a loose fitting top that mostly hid her figure. She was still alluring with her hair tied back into a ponytail with a flower clasp on one side. She hadn't put on any makeup but her natural beauty was more than adequate.
We visited quite a bit more, learning about each other. Michelle told true stories from her law work that I'd already heard but enthralled Kristen and Brett. I acted as if I'd never heard them as well. I learned a lot about Kristen's plastics firm, and I gave a little of my own history and stories, stretching the truth just a bit to pretend to be from St Louis, rather than Kennewick, Washington.
When Brett suggested it was time for a swim, we all agreed. He found me a suit and Kristen and I went to our room to change; Michelle and Brett to their room. It was still feeling so weird being in a house where my wife was another man's woman.
When Kristen came out of the dressing room in her one-piece suit, I couldn't help but whistle my appreciation for her. She was gorgeous and sexy with her suit coming high on her thighs and a lace-up front.
