There it Was

"What are we doing after dinner?" he asked his wife, not sure what she had planned since it had been a spur of the moment thing that ended up with her college boyfriend in town, spending the night their house. 

"I don't know. Why don't you take the kids down to the basement so Eric and I can catch up."

"You...you sure?"

"Yea. You don't want to hear all about what everyone's been up to, you don't know any of them. We'll just talk for a bit before bed."

"He...he's not quite what I expected," he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I don't know, I assumed I was your type. He's so..."

"Masculine," she laughed. "I had a rebellious streak there for awhile. Eric was the dating type, not the marrying type."

"What's that mean?" 

"He was the bad boy type, not the type you settle down with to raise a family. Speaking of which...movie."

"Sure, sure," he said, uneasy.

He was tired after the movie, got the kids to bed, went to find his wife. "Angela?" he called out.

"We're in the guest room," she said. 

"Kids are in bed, it's getting late, I'm kind of tired," he said as he walked down the hall. He saw light coming from the guest room, assumed she was just showing Eric where he'd be sleeping. But when he walked in, he was shocked to see her sitting on the bed, one arm around Eric, his arm around her, shocked even more to see his wife was just wearing black lace bra and panty set.

"A...Angela, you...you're...you're not wearing clothes."

Eric looked at him, smiled. "Do you know how many times I saw he naked?" he asked. 

Angela looked at her husband. "Sorry, it's warm in here. He's right, he's seen me like this a hundred times."

"I...I was going to bed," he said.

"Already?"

"I'm tired," he said, "it was a long week."

"I think Eric and I are going to catch up a little more," Angela said, "go ahead without me."

"Are...are you sure?" he asked. 

"Yea, I'll be down in awhile."

"Can...can I get you anything?" he asked, thinking he could get her a robe or some clothes.

Eric answered, not Angela. "I think there's still a bottle of wine on the table, why don't you grab that and a couple of glasses."

He looked at his wife, she nodded. "Would you be a dear?" she asked.

It wasn't until after two that she crawled into bed next to him, smelling like wine and...

"Angela," he said.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she said, a little tipsy. "We just got to talking and...you know..." She kissed him, deep and hard, found his erection, fondled him, a frequent occurrence when she'd had a few glasses of wine. 

He responded as he always did, kissing her neck, her breasts, knowing what turned her on. 

"Wait," she said. His fingers found her, she was wet, he teased her button, kissed down her stomach. "Oh god," she moaned, "oh god."

He kissed lower, tongued her, tasted her. She was soaked, musky, thick, moaning. "Angela," he gasped, suddenly understanding.

"Don't stop," she demanded, pushed his face to her pussy, "lick me, lick me."

He licked her, tasted her, tasted everything as she shook, moaned, came. He licked her even as she got wetter, muskier, thicker. He licked, swallowed. Finally, he moved, meant to mount her, but she stopped him.

"Wait," she said, "let me...with my mouth."

"What?" he asked, she'd never offered that before, not once.

"I'm sore," she said, "let me do it with my mouth."

He assumed she'd go between his legs, but she didn't, she climbed on him, her pussy on his face as she took him between her lips. He licked her while she licked him, swallowed her while she toyed with him, until he exploded in her mouth.

Holding her, he tried to find words, couldn't. "Angela..." he started to say, stopped.

"He's staying another night," she said.

"Angela, I..."

"He wants to take me to dinner tomorrow."

"D...dinner."

"Like a date," she said. She was holding his flaccid penis so she felt her husband jump at the word date.

"Angela..."

"I missed it," she said, "that masculine energy, that confidence."

"Angela..."

"I'll come back to bed," she said, "after our date...and you can...do that again...he won't mind."

"Angela," he said, growing erect, "I...he..."

"Shhhh, he already knows, don't worry, he's fine with it, he's fine."

He thought of the absurdity of it, his wife reassuring him her ex-boyfriend was fine with her husband licking his wife' pussy. But there it was.

There it was.