I took a screenshot of Katie's text and sent it off to Kourtney, asking her if she had said anything to Katie. I texted Katie, asking why she thought that.
Going back to Jessica's text, I reread and kind of laughed at her going out for a tiller and coming back smelling and looking like she just had sex. I asked her, "Are you worried about your parents finding out? And how does your sister know what sex smells like?"
My phone went off a few minutes later, with messages from all three girls. Kourtney's came through first and said, "I promise that I didn't say anything. I don't know where she's coming from."
Katie's said, "I was at the gym on Thursday. I don't know how you two didn't see me."
"I doubt my parents will say anything. It's none of their business what I do, and they never really liked to talk about sex. That's a good question about my sister," Jessica's text said.
I told Jessica that I was glad she came over before texting Katie back and saying, "So? I can't go to the gym with Kourtney? What does that prove?"
"Besides you two disappearing into the stairwell for ten minutes? Kissing each other by her car? I saw it all," Katie said.
Shit.
"Just come clean. I'm not going to tell Kathy. Like I said, all I want is a turn," Katie said.
"Fine. You caught us. When?" I texted her back before sending Kourtney a text to tell her how Katie found out.
"You tell me. How do you and Kourtney find the time?" Katie asked back.
I told her how me and Kourtney usually just hooked up when we could; it just depended on what was going on. We switched up our conversation to talking about what she liked and didn't like in bed and what she expected from it.
I opted to stay home from the gym that Thursday, much to the disappointment of Jessica. Instead, I spent the night with my wife, Kathy. After getting the kids to bed early, we chatted in bed for a few minutes before we started to make out.
Three years younger than me, I met her when she was just out of high school while we both worked at a local grocery store. She was five feet, nine inches tall, just like me; she had brown curly hair and double D breasts. She was slightly overweight, but that was just fine for me. With the prettiest face I've ever seen and the friendliest and most caring personality, I fell in love quick.
Ten years into our marriage, our sex routine was set in stone. As we kissed, my hand went up her shirt, grabbing and squeezing her breasts. Her hand trailed down to my underwear, wrapping around my shaft, and rubbing as I grew hard. We stripped each other naked, my hand going down to her groin and fingering her while my mouth went to her nipples.
I could never get Kathy off from just using my fingers, no matter what I did down there, so as soon as she was wet enough, she was pulling my cock inside her, and I was thrusting into her as quick and hard as I could.
Our favorite position, however, was with Kathy on top. She loved to ride my six-inch-long, thick cock, and it was one of the few ways we found that could make her orgasm. I loved it because I could hold her breasts in my hands, squeezing them, sucking and licking her nipples, and rubbing them with my fingers.
After she got herself off, she moved, so she was kneeling on her hands and knees. I kneeled behind her, sliding my cock back into her wet pussy. As I placed my hands on her hips and pounded into her, my mind started to wonder, and I imagined I was fucking Jessica. Then Kourtney. And finally, I pictured having Katie under me, making her moan.
My mind went blank as I orgasmed, pushing deep into my wife as I filled her with my cum. When I was done, we cuddled together in bed before falling asleep.
That Saturday was my middle daughter's birthday. We opted not to have a big birthday party and instead, just invited the grandparents over for dinner, and told everybody they could stop by throughout the day if they wanted to.
Shortly after lunch, my wife took our two oldest daughters out to go do some shopping. I stayed home with our youngest daughter, who was taking a nap. I was lying on the couch, playing a game on the Nintendo Switch while a movie played on the TV. There was a light knock on the door, and I jumped off the couch as the door opened.
I saw Katie walking in as she said, "Hello? Danny?"
I said hello, getting up and walking to the door, before saying, "Kathy took the birthday girl out if you're here to see her."
Katie replied back, "Yeah, I called her first. She said it should be only a half hour or so if I wanted to come hang out."
"You're always welcome to do that," I said, going back to the couch. Katie followed me, sitting down on the other side of the sectional couch from me, and pulled out her phone. Looking at her, I saw her blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. She normally liked to dye it different colors, but she had been letting her natural blonde come through lately.
Standing a few inches shorter than me at five feet, seven inches tall, I had watched Katie grow from the very young twelve year-old she was when I first started to date Kathy to the twenty-seven-year-old woman she is now. I had watched her learn to drive, graduate high school, debate going on a mission or not, get married, get divorced, and the tailspin her mental health took from it.
She was the only biological daughter of my in-laws, with Kathy and Kourtney both being adopted. Her face was a lot like her mom's, skinny, but Katie had bright blue, beautiful eyes. Her smile could light up a room, and she really had a careful personality when she wasn't down in the dumps. As much as I didn't like her current husband, I cared for Katie and was glad she was happy with him.
"So, what should we do while we wait?" I asked her.
"I don't know. I bet if I were Kourtney, you two would be making out by now," she responded back.
"Maybe. Why aren't we?" I said it with a laugh.
"Because I would want more, and we don't have time for that. Plus, we're not totally alone," Katie said before going back to her phone.
