The hot water felt great as I showered that morning. I could see remains of Donna's and my cum on my thighs and pubic hair. As I scrubbed it off, my cock started to get hard as I remembered the events on her kitchen floor. I lightly jacked my cock with my eyes closed remembering the encounter. Before I got myself too involved, the phone rang. I grabbed my robe and reached out of the bath room door to answer.
"Ken, have you got any creamer?" I heard Donna's voice ask after I said hello.
"Sure. I will bring it over in a bit." I replied. "See you shortly." And I hung up.
My cock was still half hard as I dried off and got dressed. I had a pang of guilt over making love to Donna, but part of me was happy. I pulled a T-shirt on and an old pair of cutoffs. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the cheese. The phone rang again. It was Karen, she was calling to say she would not be home again 'till late. Oh well, this was the norm around here I thought as I said fine and hung up.
I soon was knocking on Donna's front door. She called out, "Come on in. I am in the kitchen." I could smell fresh coffee and needed a cup bad. As I walked into the kitchen, Donna was pouring me a cup and smiled. "Morning Ken. How are we doing today?' she politely asked.
I smiled and said, "Great!"
Donna was wearing a very short terry cloth robe that had seen better days. Her hair was still a bit damp, and I figured she had showered. She had no makeup, but that was normally her. Her skin shone and I could make out the small spattering of freckles on her neck and upper chest. She carried the coffee to the small bar in the living room and we sat on the stools to enjoy it.
"Oh, here is your creamer." I remembered, handing her the plastic bottle.
"Oh, thanks so much. I'm going to fix myself an English muffin. Want one?" she asked.
I said no politely and she smiled. I glanced over towards her kitchen and remembered the spot a few feet way I had made love to her not but a few hours ago.
"I am going to fix one, be right back." She chimed, and headed to the kitchen.
As Donna swung around, her loose robe fell open and I got a clear view of her naked breast and her shaved crotch. As she puttered with the toaster and her English muffin, I day dreamed and my cock swelled a bit as I glanced at the spot on the tile we had left. Soon she was enjoying her breakfast back at the bar. As Donna leaned to bite into her muffin, her robe fell open and I got glimpses of her huge breasts. I had not seen them the night before, because she kept her blouse on through our whole interlude. Donna was a "DD" size for sure. Her nipples were rosy and huge, but jutted a bit. This was doing nothing for my cock but making my situation worse.
"Here, have a bite." Donna said, holding her muffin towards me. She started to blush a bit and added, "Need to get some energy back inside you!" Then her face went red. I laughed and took a bite of the English muffin. "Oh shit, I cannot believe I said that!?' She groaned. I opted to leave it be.
She nibbled on the muffin and we sipped coffee. "Ken, can I be open with you. I mean about men and women. I know we have avoided that topic. But I think we are grown up enough to talk about it." Donna said to me.
"After last night Donna, I think it is a topic we need to talk about." I answered.
Donna shifted a bit and looked at me. She proceeded to explain her feelings on sex and men. She told me she had been with dozens men in her 40 years, then turned red again. Donna shifted nervously.
I reached over and brushed her check and smiled. "It's okay." I said softly.
She went on to explain that her husband thought about sex as recreation and allowed her to sleep with other men. Scott was her third husband, and her second husband initiated her into swinging.
"Donna, I really like you. I know we are both married and worry that last night will hurt us in some way. I don't want to lose your friendship or harm our own home lives. Karen is more into her business, and sex with her is a job. She comes home, eats, reads her reports and goes to bed." I continued.
"Karen will let me have sex with her." I explained, "But on her schedule and not often. Her idea in the past few years was to lay on her back, open her legs and wait for me to be done. I hate that." I told Donna how I felt alone because of this. She brushed my hair back off my brow.
"You can look at me, I saw you glance last time and look inside my robe. It made me feel desired. I love it." This time she did not blush, but turned and kissed me gently on the lips. As Donna got up she said, "By the way, Scott and the kids will not be home 'till tomorrow. Something about staying with their friends, and he was going to be in Flagstaff for the night. Scott says he wants a threesome when he gets home!"
I sighed. "Karen is tied up too. You really told Scott about us?"
She glanced back and smiled, "Of course! He knows about all my fuck-buddies." She said her voice trailing away as she left the room.
I sat at the bar and my cock was really starting to strain. "Fuck it I thought," and headed for the kitchen. Donna was standing by the counter and I walked up behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and lightly kissed her exposed neck. She shivered as I did. I then turned her to me and she was leaning against the counter. We stared for a moment and I just leaned to her and kissed her deep. Donna's mouth opened and our tongues mingled. She wrapped her arms around me and I pressed her back against the counter as we embraced. My cock was hard and pressed against my stomach and hers. We sucked on each other and ran our hands over each others bodies.
