I got back from Fi's house, my mind still swimming with the mornings events. I grabbed myself a cup of tea and sent a text to my Wendi to ask if she was due back any time this morning or was she going to pick the kids up before she came back. As usual, the gossip was more gripping than home life and she would be at her mother's house for the day.
I busied myself around the house with the usual chores, loading the dishwasher with the breakfast crocks and cleaning the surface top, but all the time the image of Fi's eyes looking up at me while sucking on my cock is running around in my mind.
I took a nice relaxing bath letting the memories wash over me before the wife and kids got back from school and started some food for their supper. Wendi walked in with the usual tired look on her face as she hauled in the kids bags from the car and the boys ran upstairs to play.
She walked into the kitchen and asked, "what's got into you today, I can't get you anywhere near that stove normally."
"You seemed a little tired this morning, so I thought you may appreciate a little help," I said.
"Well, thank you," she continued with a little surprised yet appreciative tone in her voice.
"No problem, just kick your shoes off and settle in front of the TV while I sort you out a cup of tea," I said.
Wendi thanked me again and planted a kiss on my cheek before scooting off to settle on the couch leaving me a little shocked as that was the first real show of affection that she had thrown my way in a long while.
We had a cheerful evening meal and after doing the homework with the boys I took them to bed and read them a story until they settled down for the night.
I came back downstairs and Wendi was relaxed in front of the TV with her second glass of wine and I also found a glass poured for me, which never happens. As I settled onto the other end of the sofa, Wendi proceeded to remove her bra as usual from under her top and through the sleeve, which was always amazing to watch. Her 'D' cup breast were released and as always looked amazing outlined under her top, especially as the action of removing her bra usually stiffened her nipples a little.
We had a pleasant evening together chatting about old times and it wasn't too long before the subject turned to our sex life. Wendi made it clear that she also missed being intimate, but she felt that if we went down that road that I would assume that she wanted to get back together. I explained that I understood that we were way past the point of return in our marriage and we continued to discuss it for another hour back and forth.
We settled on the fact that although we both wanted it, it would probably lead to far too much complication in our current situation. Wendi decided to call it a night, stood up and took her glass into the kitchen and returned to give me my usual goodnight peck on the cheek.
As she leaned in to kiss me I placed my hand right hand on her left cheek and stopped her a few inches from my face and looked deep into her eyes.
"What's wrong?" she said