I entered the bedroom carrying two cups of coffee. I was moving carefully so as not to spill. It was a lovely Sunday morning in Fall and I'd slept well.
Daisy, my wife, was up - which surprised me. She was naked, moving busily about the bed stripping the mattress of its sheets.
"You're up early," I said.
She looked at me, "Robert's wife texted."
"Oh, shit..." I said.
It was then that Robert, our friend and my wife's long-time lover, emerged from the bathroom. He was also naked. He was looking at his phone, but didn't seem particularly stressed, so I felt relieved.
Robert said, "She's on her way home. Left early. Her mother pissed her off... again. Sour cunt can't keep from antagonizing her."
"How long will it take her to get home?" Daisy asked.
Robert said, "Three hours - give or take."
"So you got time," Daisy said.
"A bit..."
"Coffee..." I said - holding one of the mugs out to him.
Robert smiled, moved over to me and took the mug from my hand, "Dude! Thanks."
I set Daisy's mug down on the dresser top, moved over and kissed her, "Good morning," I said - patting her naked butt.
Daisy said, "I smell bacon. You making breakfast?"
"I am..." I turned to Robert, "You got time to eat before you leave?"
Robert glanced at his phone - grimaced, "I'm gonna have to eat it and beat it."
"Fair enough..." I said - turning to Daisy.
"We were gonna take a shower," My wife said, "You finish making breakfast?"
"Will do," I said and moved towards the door.
