There was a mix of nervousness and excitement in the air as Lance and Rebecca drove to pick up the kids from camp. They didn't speak much during the ride, but held hands tightly, often trading smiles back and forth. For the first time in a long time, they both felt sexually charged at the same time.
Rebecca chatted with the kids as they rode home, asking them about their day. Jax went on and on about a kickball game while Monee practiced her singing. Life was back to normal despite their adventure on the beach no more than an hour ago.
"Why don't you fix supper for the kids. I need to go downstairs and clean up a bit. It's a disaster," Lance said as he collected the vacuum and cleaning supplies.
"Downstairs? Why?" Rebecca asked as she bustled around the kitchen.
"Well, don't we need... umm... don't we need a place to go? That's not upstairs near the kids?"
Reality crept in for her as she was reminded that tonight wasn't any old get together. She would be having sex with another man. In front of her husband. Yes, it was a good idea to prep the basement. "You're right, honey. I'll take care of dinner."
The basement was large and spacious. The kids play area doubled as a home gym. Next to that was a sitting area with a wrap around couch and a small kitchenette. In the corner was a pool table that was barely ever used, currently serving as a laundry folding station.
Lance cleaned up the entire area. He made sure to take all the kids' toys and put them in the closet. He and Rebecca didn't need to see any visual reminders during what they were about to do with Ray. As Lance cleaned the space, he couldn't help but imagine that what they were going to do wasn't real. That it was all in fact just a dream.
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"Long time no see!" said Rebecca as she opened the door for Ray. He was wearing dark jeans and a v-cut black t-shirt. His chiseled arms and chest were barely contained by the shirt. The tight jeans gave way to an obvious bulge in his crotch area. He looked like a Calvin Klein model.
"Thanks for having me!" he said, handing Rebecca a bottle of Malbec. They half-hugged and air-kissed each other. He then followed Rebecca into the kitchen. She clutched the wine bottle as she walked. Unsure of what to wear for such an occasion, Rebecca settled on a black dress with a low cut top, accentuating her generous breasts. Her sexy back was left exposed, giving Ray plenty to look at as she walked him into the kitchen.
Lance stood at the kitchen island, sipping a bourbon on the rocks, wearing jeans and a t-shirt like Ray. He waved when he saw him enter. "Heya, Ray."
"Your house is beautiful. I really like the entrance architecture. Spanish eclectic?"
Lance laughed and shrugged. "It's whatever all the houses in this development are."
"Can we get you something to drink, Ray?" Rebecca asked. She had a certain nervousness in her voice. "I see you brought a Malbec. We also have some reds, whites, beer, whiskey. What do you fancy?"
"Ya know what, I think I'll have what Lance is having here," Ray pointed to the bottle of Bulleit Bourbon sitting on the counter. "Good choice," said Lance as he fetched a glass and poured him a drink. Rebecca poured a glass of wine.
"To our new friend, Ray," said Lance as the three of them clinked glasses.
For the next hour, the three of them had surprisingly casual and free-flowing conversation. They talked mostly about Rebecca's challenging career of Director of Personnel at the local University. Ray was an expert conversationalist, consistently taking a keen interest in what Rebecca was saying and asking plenty of good questions. He showed genuine interest.
To Lance, he felt at ease as they got comfortable together as a group. Everyone knew what the intent of tonight was, but he appreciated the fact that the young man was making an effort to ease everyone's tension. Still, Lance's stomach probably never housed so many butterflies before.
"So when do your kids usually go to bed?"
"Nine," answered Rebecca. "They've been asleep for two hours now. They're both great sleepers."
"Where shall we move our party to?" Ray asked, taking charge of the night's activities.
"Oh, we're going downstairs. They won't be able to hear anything down there," Lance said as he took a sip.
"Great idea! Shall we pour a fresh drink and head down?" Ray was ready to get the evening going.
Downstairs, Rebecca put on some music before taking a seat on the couch next to Ray. Lance sat on one end of the couch so that he was facing them. It was as if they all assumed the most reasonable position for what was to come.
"I just want to throw this out there again," said Ray as he leaned forward supporting himself by his elbows on his thighs. He placed his drink on the coffee table in front of him. He looked at Lance first. "At anytime... And I mean anytime. If what we do here becomes a problem.." he then turned to Rebecca. "We stop. No questions asked. It's over. I go home."
Lance nodded quietly. He looked at Rebecca. She smiled slightly and nodded. "Of course, Ray."
"What about you guys? Any rules?" Ray asked.
Rebecca shook her head, "No rules-"
"No kissing," Lance interjected as they both turned to him. "I don't want any kissing, please."
"Of course, Lance. No kissing," Ray agreed. "Great. Shall we get started then?"
