The day after I hopefully mended things with Taylor, I was anxiousing waiting for her to start her shift at new job, which happened to be at my place of employment. I don't know why I had butterflies in my stomach. I tried to convince myself that it was nerves for her but I think that it was for another reason that I didn't want to admit to myself.
I did see her that day, stopping to talk to her and the person training her for a few minutes on my way out the door. As she flashed me her beautiful smile, I felt my stomach jump and I knew that I might be in trouble.
The week that Taylor started her new job, also happened to be the week of Halloween. That Tuesday, the elementary school that both my kids and Lauren's attended was putting on a trunk or treat and fair along with the city, and we made plans to attend it together.
It was freezing cold that night, so we tried our best to dress the kids in both their costumes and in warm clothes. We didn't have the same worry for ourselves, just dressing up as warm as possible. After walking through the trunk or treat, we let the kids play a couple of the games at the fair before walking them to a pavilion at the park we were at and getting a hot dog to eat.
After the kids ate, they ran off to play with some friends, leaving Lauren and I alone at the table. I told her, "You know, we could go back to my place and snuggle up next to a fire."
"Right? Too bad it's a school night," Lauren said.
"I know. Might be worth it, especially if the kids crashed early," I said.
"Maybe. Did you take the day after Halloween off?" She asked me.
"Yeah," I responded. "Since the kids are out of school, it was easier then finding a babysitter for all three."
"Maybe I'll bring my kids over when I get off and we can see what happens," she said.
"Sounds like a plan," I responded, with a knowing smile, right as our kids came running back over, complaining that they are cold.
The next day at work, I was surprised when Taylor came walking in earlier then normal. I asked why she was there early and she said, "I had some plans already for this afternoon, so they said it was OK to change the shift a little bit, especially while I'm still in training."
"Oh, nice," I said. "Do you get a break or a lunch?"
"I get a lunch, typically," she said with a bit of a laugh. "When do you go to yours?"
I told her when and we made plans to go together. When the time came, I met Taylor in one of the breakrooms the company has and we talked about her day and what she was learning as we made our lunches.
Sitting down to eat mine at a table across from Taylor who was already eating, I paused for a second as Taylor said, "So, I have a question about something you said on Sunday." I finished sitting down in my chair and asked her what it was.
"Well, I'm sure it was just a slip of the tongue, but you said that you're just friends with Lauren and Stacy because they're both happily married. But, Lauren is divorced, isn't she?" Taylor asked me.
"Oh yeah, she is. We are just friends. Not sure why I said that about her. Maybe because she's happily single?" I said with a laugh.
"Maybe? You really don't think about her any more than just a friend?" Taylor asked.
"Not really. Honestly, we have hung out just ourselves before, with no kids. And we've gone to dinner and a movie and stuff like that. But, it's just to get us out of the house and spend some time doing adult things without kids around," I said.
Before we could continue the conversation, another co-worker walked in and we changed the subject. I caught Taylor looking at me a few times out of the corner of her eye, and I couldn't help but wonder why she was so curious about my relationship with Lauren.
Back in July, as I stood next to my front door, having just watched Lauren drove off and gotten a text from Stacy asking about Lauren and I, I scrambled as I tried to think about what to do. I texted Stacy back, asking what she meant by her catching us doing something through my window.
"I stopped by yesterday, kinda like we had talked about. You weren't answering your phone, so I thought maybe you had fallen asleep and I could wake you up. Instead, when I pulled into your driveway, I caught a glimpse inside your window and I'm pretty sure I saw you and Lauren kissing," Stacy replied back.
I thought about asking what it mattered to her or telling her it was none of her business. Stacy's blowjobs were good and I appreciated them, but Lauren's were just as good and I got more from her, so I honestly wouldn't have been hurt if Stacy stopped doing them. Before I could respond, Stacy said, "Really, I'm just curious. You can do whatever you want to do with your life, obviously. I'm just thinking that if you're doing stuff with me and with her, one of us should know so we don't show up at the same time. Might make things awkward, ya know."
I let out a sign of relief and walked over to my couch, sitting down on it, and typed out to her, "Yeah, Lauren and I have been doing stuff for like a month now. Sorry I haven't told you. But, you're probably right."
"No reason to be sorry or to have told me. Just glad I didn't see more. Are you available tonight?" Stacy's next message read and I told her that I was.
Later that night, after putting my kids to bed, Stacy came over, and was kneeling on the floor in front of me. As she rubbed my cock through my basketball shorts, she asked, "I don't want too many details, but how do Lauren's blowjobs compare to mine? Does she swallow?"
I laughed as Stacy pulled my shorts and underwear down, gripping my semi-hard cock in her little hand, and rubbed it up and down as I grew to my full six-inches. "You both are great at them and yes she does," I answered her.
"Does she let you do more to her?" Stacy asked, shaking her head so her black hair, done in a ponytail, flipped behind her.
"Yes, she does," I said, as Stacy stuck her tongue out and swirled it around my tip.
"Lucky you," Stacy said before she wrapped her lips around my tip and started to bob her head up and down the upper half of my shaft, as her hand worked the lower half.
