Friday afternoon. I returned home from work and found my wife sitting out on the deck in the shade of the umbrella. All she was wearing was a tank top and sunglasses. She had her sunglasses on top of her head, holding her hair back. She had her legs folded over to one side, knees together, kinda sitting on one hip and looking at her phone. She looked-up as I slid the patio door open.

“Heya Whoopsie,” She said. She put her phone down and smiled at me. Put her hand down to cup her naked buttcheek.

“Hey Daisy...” I walked over, noticed her bong on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table as I leaned down to kiss her. She tasted like dope smoke. “How’s it going?”

She made a vague noise and picked-up her phone again and began pecking at it with her thumbs.

I crouched down and kissed her naked buttcheek. She didn’t look at me or stop typing, so I spread her buttcheeks - intending to bury my face between her cheeks, and saw she had a plug in her asshole.

“Robert’s on his way,” She said, matter of factly - still not looking at me, “He’s staying the weekend... be here in about an hour.”

I sat back on my heels, my hand holding her hip. My heart was beating hard and my pulse throbbed in my ears.

She glanced at me, “What?”

I counted to five and said, “You want me to leave?”

She sighed and put her phone down and looked at me, “No... I’d like you to stay... but only if you want to stay.”

I felt warm and short of breath. My ears felt red hot.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Whoopsie,” She said, “Robert understands.”

I grunted noncommittally. 

She sat-up and put her feet on the floor either side of my knees, took my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. She looked at me, “Please stay. I want you to.” I made a point to not look at her hairy crotch as I caressed her thighs. She hugged me. “I want you to stay... to join us. I want you to join however you can.”

I held one of her breasts - brushed my thumb across her nipple through the thin fabric of the tank top, going back and forth until I felt it begin to stiffen, “Can I...”

She let go the hug and, arms on my shoulders, looked at me. She tousled my hair and smiled affectionately, “Sure... if it’ll make you feel better,” And she peeled her tank top up over her head, leaning back with her knees spread wide.

I put my face into her crotch and breathed-in her musky funk. I nuzzled my nose and cheeks against her pubic hair and flicked my tongue across the nubbin of her clitoris. She shivered briefly and sighed. I looked-up at her. She put one arm back over her head and grabbed the cushion behind her. She smiled down at me, and with her other hand, pulled gently on the nipple I’d caressed.

“Take your time,” She said, “Take all the time you need.”