MMF, bi content. Everyone's an adult.
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Hesitantly, I knocked on the door.
The porch was well lit and wreathed in a cedar that had been trained to grow on a lattice. And though it was warm and inviting, I felt a little nervous knocking on a strange door at night.
This was the home of our kids' friends. Picking them up here for the first time, I worried about messing up the address and disturbing the wrong folks after dark.
My fears grew, and then quickly dissolved as Sebastian opened the door.
I had met him a few times at school functions and similar pickups at other friends' houses. He was a bit younger than me, just a couple of grey strands in the otherwise dark black hair that he wore a little long and pushed back behind the ears. Recognizing me, his face broke into a friendly smile and his ice blue eyes twinkled behind thick, square glasses. He waved me inside.
As I began to enter, I realized that he had only opened the door partway, making a tight fit to get pass. But my momentum propelled me on, so I turned to get by -- brushing his side as I went. Nervous about violating his personal space, I snuck a look as I passed.
Expecting awkwardness or irritation, instead I saw the residual smile on his face brighten again as we made contact. I caught a faint, leathery scent on him. My mind buzzed with questions, but I pushed them away.
"The living room is just down the hall. Joan suggested we wait there until they get back," he said, gesturing ahead. "I was going to get another glass of wine; can I get you one?"
"Uhm, yes that would be great," I replied. He took a side door to what I assume was the kitchen and I proceeded down the hall.
The house was decorated in dark, rich colors. A lot of natural hardwood, purple accents, and a smattering of tasteful antique pieces. It felt cozy and well lived in.
The living room soon revealed itself through a door on the left. Inside, I found Joan occupying one side of a long, dark blue plush couch that floated to one side of the room.
"Hey! Come in, sit down," Joan offered in friendly greeting.
I looked for another place to sit and found the overstuffed chair facing the couch was piled with backpacks, toys, discarded clothes, and other kid detritus. Joan smiled. I couldn't tell if she was sensing my dilemma. Her eyes quickly cast down to a spot on the couch next to her, signaling her expectations. I plopped myself down on the other half close enough so we could chat easily.
"Good to see you. Thanks for hosting the kids," I said, sharing my appreciation.
"Oh, no problem," she answered.
"Did Sebastian say they are still out?" I asked.
"Oh yes. They decided to grab coffee after the movie and won't be back for another hour," she said.
"Didn't he text you?" she asked, shaking her head. "Oh, that is just like him."
I wondered if I should I leave. Had I interrupted them?
"I am so sorry about that. Are you ok to wait until they show up? I hope we didn't mess up any plans," she said, putting me again at ease.
Plans? Watch tv for an hour with my wife, if she wasn't already asleep when we got there? I loved her very much, but a late night was pretty rare for us at this point.
"That's fine. I'm glad they are having a good time and I wouldn't mind enjoying a nice drink with you two," I said.
"Oh good," she replied, sitting up a little more and seeming to shift just a little closer.
Sebastian returned with three glasses of red, handing one each to Joan and me. I expected him to clear off the chair or snuggle up with Joan, but he stood between me and the other end of the couch -- quickly motioning with his eyes for me to scoot closer to his wife.
I did so a bit, keeping a respectful distance as I positioned myself more or less in the center of the couch. Sebastian plunked down on the other side of me. We all settled in and sipped our wine.
"Did you guys have a fun evening?" Joan asked.
"Yes, thank you for freeing us up," I offered appreciatively. "We watched a good documentary. It's great to get some time for just the two of us."
"Absolutely," Sebastian agreed. "Now that the kids are a little older, it is nice to have a little more freedom."
In this position it was hard to face them both at the same time. I had been turned to Joan and when I turned back to Sebastian, I swore he had moved a little closer. But then Joan regained my attention.
"Yes, it's like we have a chance to explore everything again -- live a little more for yourself," said Joan. "I hope you don't hate me for saying that. We love our kids dearly."
"No, not at all. I know what you mean," I agreed. "It feels like a bunch of doors have opened that I thought were closed forever."
"Indeed," she said. "I do enjoy being at the point in my life where I have the confidence to do what I want."
"Yeah, I wasted so much time when I was young afraid that I might do something I would later regret," I added.
Joan and my eyes connected. She smiled back at me and reached out to hold my hand.
"To new adventures!" she exclaimed, holding up her glass in a toast. We clinked glasses and I turned back to Sebastian, who was now even closer. As we toasted, our eyes met. Something unsaid passed between us. He leaned forward, his lips came to mine and I responded eagerly.
His stubble was rough against my face. The sensation of kissing another man was still new to me. I loved his firm but careful touch as we explored. I felt his tongue make my upper lip tingle just as Joan thoughtfully removed the wine glass from my hand. Her hands caressed my back, signaling her eagerness to participate.
Reluctantly breaking away, I turned back to Joan. She was a petite woman, not more than 5'. Her body was hidden by baggy blue overalls with just a black bandeau covering her chest. Her brown eyes and hair were framed by a French bob and a narrow button nose.
Our lips met with passion as she sighed with released desire. Her hands were quickly on my chest as our lips devoured each other's. My cock, already growing chubby sat straight up in my pants. I gasped in excitement as her hand raked my chest through my shirt.
