It was Sunday evening, and Lynn was at the stove, removing heat from the boiling potatoes and green beans. Darryl's flight had landed, and he was expected soon. She found herself singing away while she readied their meal until she heard the front door open. Lynn left the pot of drained potatoes in the sink so she could greet her husband.
"Hi, baby," said Lynn in a confident stride, with arms outstretched. Darryl was a bit surprised at Lynn's welcome, as he knew that his away time is normally time for Lynn to stew about not having sex.
"Hi, Hun. How was your weekend?" Darryl asked in an upbeat tone, hoping to keep things positive.
"It was great. Jen and I did a few things together." She bit her lip so as not to betray her fond recollection of a sexually charged weekend.
"Oh... good." Darryl was just happy that he wasn't coming home to yet another fight about sex, or lack thereof.
Lynn put his carry-on down and led him toward the kitchen. "I've got dinner ready. Just mashing the potatoes." As they entered the kitchen, the table was set, and Lynn carried on with meal prep. "Just sit. So how was your conference?"
Darryl sat down at the table and replied in an excited tone, "Great, actually. We've picked some new clients, and now I'm thinking I may have to make Murray Wallace a partner. Business is getting crazy!" He held his breath, waiting for the happy dam to burst and for Lynn to remind him of his neglect at home.
Lynn set the dishes down, handing him a plate of steaming roast beef. "I'm really glad to hear that, Darryl," said Lynn, with a gentle pat on his shoulder. Lynn busied herself with filling her own plate, while Darryl wondered at his wife's gleeful manner. As he stared at Lynn for non-verbal clues, his stomach grew tense. Was Lynn this happy because she took his advice and found a lover? He already had concerns anout her faithfulness while he was away but he was far to busy to have been worried.
Dinner was filled with small talk, an oddity in their recent relationship. But nothing gave Darryl any negative vibes from Lynn. After supper, Lynn poured two teas and asked if Darryl would like to sit outside on the patio. Again, this was something they never found time for since Darryl began the law firm, and he had to fear that once he sat on the patio, this unusual welcome might fall apart.
"So, what did you get up to while I was away?" asked Darryl innocently, making sure not to sound too curious.
"Well, Jen invited me over for a girls' night in their hot tub. Adam had a poker game, so we had the evening to ourselves. We got really drunk." Darryl caught Lynn's smile as she recalled the event. "We did some shopping, and Adam served barbecue for dinner on Saturday."
Everything sounded pretty mundane, much to Darryl's relief. As Lynn took his empty cup from him, Darryl said, "I think I'll take a walk up to Adam's and catch up a bit. Is that okay, Lynn?"
"Sure. Do what you like," Lynn offered. She disappeared into the house, and Darryl walked down the driveway and over to Jen and Adam's, and Adam happened to be putting the lawnmower back into the garage.
"How's it going?"
Adam turned with a surprised smile at Darryl's presence. "Great! How was your trip?" He hit the button for the garage door to close, and he met Darryl halfway up the driveway. Adam felt a bit of heat in his face, and a pit in his stomach, in fear that he might give away signs of his involvement with Lynn.
"Oh, you know, boring stuff. I'm just working hard to put food on the table."
"Yeah, I get it. Nobody likes those long flights and days of convention speeches."
Darryl was a bit surprised at Adam's statement, because Darryl looks forward to those conferences so he can make his business thrive. But he let the comment slide. Adam is too laid back to understand Darryl's drive to succeed, he thought. "Hey," Darryl asked, "can we take a walk?"
"Sure. Up toward the park?"
"Yeah, great." Darryl relaxed at the thought of being able to talk without being interrupted. He turned in that direction, and the two men walked quietly before Adam broke the silence.
"You okay?" Adam's look of concern was met with no eye contact. Something was heavy on Darryl's mind.
"Yeah, I guess." Darryl was measuring how much information to give Adam. Like, how many guys would tell their wives to go out and have sex with another man? Adam might think Darryl was crazy if he admitted to having said that. "It's just that, uh, Lynn and I had a bit of a blow up last week, and I, uh, wondered how she has been while I was away."
"Oh, Lynn seems fine. She and Jen had a girls night on Friday. I played cards at Kevin's, and they both had way too much to drink. So, Lynn seemed fine to me anyway." Adam was pleased that he could answer Darryl in such a way as to leave out the things that Darryl did not want to hear about, through Darryl's 'don't ask, don't tell' plan.
"Thanks, Adam. I feel better."
Adam decided to add a layer of deflection. "Darryl," he offered solemnly, "you aren't, uh, you know... involved with anyone, are you?"
"No. No way. Not at all, Adam." He chuckled at the thought. "I don't have time for that."
"That's good. If you want, I can talk to Jen and have her get a feel for Lynn, if that makes you feel better." It wasn't a planned double entendre; it just came out that way.
"Thanks, buddy. I'm glad you have my back." The two men walked back from the park and separated at Adam's house.
When Adam came into our living room, I was watching a game show. "Where did you get to?" I inquired. "I heard the lawnmower stop a while ago."
"Adam replied, "Darryl stopped by."
I muted the TV and asked, "Is everything okay?"
Adam told me about Darryl's concerns.
"What did you tell him?"
"I said that you and Lynn had a girls' night and went shopping." I told Adam that I would talk to Lynn in the morning to make sure things were alright with them.
When Darryl got home, Lynn was reading a romantic novel. He then thought to himself that maybe she has been getting herself off with the sultry sex scenes in her novels, and he probably has nothing to worry about. It was not like Jen and Lynn went clubbing or anything, and Jen has always been the older sister who would look after Lynn.
Darryl went to his study and pored over some of the cases and clients on his list. Before he knew it, Darryl checked his watch and saw that it was after eleven o'clock. Shit, he thought. Lynn was probably already asleep, and he missed his opportunity to give her the dick she complains about not getting.
He saw that the lights were off downstairs, but as he made his way upstairs, he noticed the beam of light from Lynn's nightstand lamp penetrating into the hallway. Lynn lay under the covers but was still awake, reading. She is rarely up this late, he thought. Darryl peeled off his clothes and set his watch on his nightstand.
When Darryl slipped beneath the covers, he knew that the next few moments would confirm or deny his need to worry. Lynn never turns down sex. He slipped beside his wife and said in a soft voice, "Did you miss me?" This common approach would normally get Lynn started, but if she rebuked him, Darryl would know that Lynn is still pissed off about their lack of sex.
Lynn turned, set her book down, and rolled toward her husband, face to face. A good sign indeed, thought Darryl. "Did you miss me, Darryl?" She made sure not to answer his question as Lynn definitely hadn't, and did not want to outright lie. Lynn ran her hand up and down Darryl's rib cage--another promising sign.
"Of course," he offered, reassuredly.
His hand went right to Lynn's pussy without thought, as it always does. Even though Lynn's nipples are a guaranteed way to get her motor running, habit called for a few thumbs of Lynn's clit, and then a good missionary mount for Darryl to get his rocks off.
But when his hand touched Lynn's smooth vaginal lips, he moved it about to find that Lynn's dark curls had been completely dipilated. "You shaved?".
As a matter of fact, Lynn answered, "Yeah. Something new." Lynn had waited long past her bedtime in the hope that Darryl would find her like this.
He kissed her cheek. "For me?" For an instant, he had envisioned that Lynn might be trying to spice things up to get Darryl more interested. Inmediately, Lynn dashed that thought.
"Of course, I did it for you. If it were for someone else, I wouldn't tell you, and you wouldn't ask. Right?" Fuck, Darryl hates when Lynn uses his own words against him. He figured that if Lynn were to roll over now, it was a sure sign that she was either still pissed at him or was already fucking someone else.
"It feels awesome," he whispered. His fingers then continued fingering Lynn, and he found that she was as wet as ever. "I think you missed my dick too! You're really wet!" His barely five-inch cock was as taut as a flagpole. He could not know that Lynn was aroused because she knew that Darryl's horny dick was about to slide into a pussy that had been thoroughly fucked by his own well-endowed brother-in-law.
With the customary few diddles to 'get Lynn ready', Darryl used a knee to part Lynn's legs and push Lynn onto her back so he could enter her. She let him do his thing and lay still while he fumbled to find the entrance to her pussy. Lynn reached between her legs and lined up Darryl's dick with her fuck hole. "Fuck! You are sooo wet, sweetie," he announced.
Instantly, Darryl began flexing his hips, driving his cock as far as he could go. It had been a long time for him too, as he hadn't even found time to masturbate while he was away. The first few thrusts proved that Lynn's slick, juicy pussy was going to have him shooting his wad any second.
