I was sitting in the dark on the couch in our family room when my wife, Daisy, came downstairs.
She flipped the lights on in the kitchen. She was stark naked and unaware I was sitting there in the dark watching her.
She got a glass from the cupboard and filled it from the spigot in the refrigerator door and drank it down in one go. Thirsty girl.
"He's still here," I said.
It startled her. She jumped, and turned to peer across the dining room towards me, "Whoopsie?"
I turned-on the lamp next to the couch, "He's still here," I said again, "Is he staying the night?"
"No," She said, refilling her glass, "He's got his kids this weekend. He's picking them up in the morning."
My wife moved through the dining room to the living room and stood before me, "How was your movie?"
"Stupid superhero nonsense," I said, "How was your date?"
Daisy shrugged and took a drink of water.
"He's still here," I said for a third time.
Daisy said, "He's sleeping."
"You wear him out?"
She sat down in the easy chair across from me, putting her elbows on her knees. She held the water glass in both hands and looked at me, "Why are you sitting down here in the dark?"
I said, "I didn't want to interrupt."
"You wouldn't have interrupted us," My wife said, "He finished over an hour and a half ago."
"Really?" I said, looking at my watch, "That was quick."
"Super quick," Daisy said. She sat back and crossed her legs, "Poor guy. He fell asleep on top of me."
I laughed, "Snore in your ear?"
"My neck, but yeah... basically. He seemed exhausted, so I just let him sleep. He's gotta super-stressful job."
"Nice car though," I said, "Where'd he take you to dinner?"
She told me the name of the place and I whistled in admiration, "Fancy. What'd you order?"
She told me, "Portions were really small for how expensive everything was." She took a sip of water and looked at me.
"You going to see him again?" I asked.
"Probably not," She said, "He's a nice guy, but..."
"He finishes too quick," I said.
Daisy smirked, set her glass down on the sofa table and stood-up. She stepped towards me and removed my ballcap, ran her fingers through my hair and scratched her nails across my scalp. It felt good. I looked-up at her. She smiled down at me. She caressed my face and scratched fingers through my beard.
"You didn't get to cum, did you?" I said.
She smiled and said, "What do you think?"
I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs and squeezed her ass, pressing my face into the crease of her pelvis. Her pubic hair tickled my cheek and I could smell her musky cunt funk, as well as his sweat and his jizz. I looked-up at my wife.
She smiled down at me.
"I love you," I said.
My wife said, "And I love you." She lifted her leg and set her foot down on the couch cushion next to my thigh. She slid her hand through my hair and gripped the back of my head.
I leaned forward and licked another man's cum from my wife's cunt.
