Weeks had passed, and G had been a regular visitor to our home. More often than not, she and my wife would enjoy each other's company while I was at work or busy watching the kids. I never had a problem with my wife taking G as a lover. To be honest, her extramarital activities increased her sexual drive, and my fantasy life, so much that when we were together the encounters became infused with a newness and excitement that we hadn't seen or felt for years in our bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or even the laundry room once. And all of this was due in large part to G’s increased presence. She would be over not just to spend time with my wife, but also to help with the housework, the kid sitting, and so many other things that we just couldn’t seem to find the time to get done. And she would always seem to look great no matter what she was doing. She came over sometimes straight from the gym, and sometimes so early in the morning she had to use our shower to get ready—an activity to which I never objected. Fact is, I think G used my wife being pregnant as an excuse to get out of her own house. Her relationship with her husband hadn't been going well for over a year, and I was beginning to think my family consisted of my wife, my daughter, and G and her girls.
The situation was far from objectionable, but as we entered the final weeks of my wife's pregnancy, sex was more often than not, not on her mind. Even my daughter commented on how much time at night I was spending in the office alone, on the computer, with the door locked. I don't know when exactly my wife hatched her plan, but she was either more grateful for my acceptance of her lover than I knew, or she simply loved me more than I had imagined; last night she showed me just how much. Or to be more accurate, she let her lover show me.
I had just finished my daughter's bath and as we both wandered into the kitchen we could hear G and my wife talking.
"It's still early enough," my wife said.
"Well, at least let me go and get it," G replied.
"No," my wife insisted as she spotted us. "You've done enough today." She walked to us and lifted our daughter into her arms. "You need to get home to your kids," she added.
"Fine, but I'm going to at least finish up these dishes," G insisted.
My wife looked at me for some help. "I'm not gonna try to stop her," I said.
My wife smiled and headed off to the bedroom. "Come on sweetie, you and Mommy are going to the grocery store."
It wasn't long before my wife and daughter were out the door and I was on the computer. I checked my email to see if I had any feedback from the stories I had submitted to the erotica web site, but there were none. As I scanned the titles of the new uploaded stories searching for a good fantasy, I realized I was just too uncomfortable having G in the next room and knowing my wife was not home. I resigned myself to another late night masturbation session, turned off the computer and headed into the kitchen.
There stood G with her back to me. I let my eyes drift over her body for a moment and take in the sight of her silky hair, thin waist and long legs; her half shirt and shorts offering me a sample of her beautifully dark and smooth skin. I lost myself in the moment and in the sight of her. The story titles from the web site rushed back to me: Taken… Obedient Lover… Virgin Slut… Okay, so I have my moods like everyone else.
“So how have things been around here the past few days?” G asked, startling me and returning me to the present. She had turned and was wiping her soapy hands on the dishtowel.
“Oh, fine," I stuttered, shifting my eyes to her smiling face. "We’re all quite excited about the birth.”
“Yes, I remember when my second was due. I also remember how little time my husband and I had together.”
“Sure, time is a valuable commodity in a family.”
“So how are you two?” G asked as she approached me by the refrigerator.
“We’re getting through it.”
“No,” she continued as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed some water. “How are you two doing?”
“What do you…?” My confusion vanished as the cold air against my skin and the suggestive look in her eyes snapped me out of my dumfounded state. “Oh! That. Well, it isn’t like it used to be, but that’s what you expect in the final few weeks, right?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be quite that bad.” She replied.
“Well I know we can’t do too much when she’s this close. Plus, she hasn’t exactly felt in the mood lately anyway.” I continued, “You remember that too, right?” I snapped back trying to regain my control.
“Oh yes, I remember.” She said as she pushed the refrigerator door closed. “I also remember how much my poor husband suffered; not getting to feel me beneath him for all that time.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, I can well imagine how frustrating that was for him.”
“Are you suffering?”
“Now?” I asked shakily.
“Right now.” She stated.
“Yea, you could say that.” I managed to reply.
G slowly let her hand slide down my arm and take hold of my hand. She raised it slowly to her waist and placed my hand against her skin. “Let me help.”
“G, I don’t think that…”
She stepped even closer and gazed up at me. “I’ll do anything you want me to. Anything you need.”
I nearly wavered; but I simply couldn’t do it. My wife had never intended me to be with another woman without her.
“G,” I said firmly removing my hand from her waist. “When my wife gets home we can discuss anything the two of you would like to do, but I won’t do anything without her permission.”
She nearly laughed out loud. I was taken aback and confused to say the least. “What is so funny,” I demanded.
Shaking her head she took a drink, “See, this is why she loves you so much.”
It was an odd moment to feel proud of myself, but there is no other way to describe it.
“That is what she said you would say,” G continued as she walked into the den and set down the glass.
“What?” I questioned as I followed.
“Well, not those exact words, but she was sure I wouldn’t be able to seduce you by myself.”
“Pardon my confusion, but you discussed this?” I asked sternly.
“Well, of course,” She quipped. “We are best friends.”
