(Dylan)
Mom keeps going in and out of herself through the second word puzzle, which Dad solves since he’s the only one in the room who cares about it tonight. At the end of it, she pulls her finger out and uses it to trace around the top of her glass. Then she puts the glass to her lips and drinks. Surely, she’s tasting herself along with the wine. Then she closes her legs and leans over to place her glass on the coffee table.
(Trevor)
As Jess leans to reach the coffee table, I can see down her robe and notice her massive breasts resting comfortably. I’d love to put one in my mouth right now, then remember Dylan will have that opportunity later and feel a wave of jealousy. She’s exuding sexuality without even trying. Then she sits back for the rest of the show.
(Jessica)
The show ends and Trevor has won between the three of us. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower.” I need to prep myself for Dylan tonight. I have a look in mind that I think he’ll like. I get up as Dylan and Trevor both watch me walk across the family room, then leave them behind to go upstairs.
(Dylan)
“I guess I’ll go hang out downstairs for a while. See you later, Dad.”
(Trevor)
“See you later.” I turn off the TV and go into my office to kill some time.
(Jessica)
I step out of the shower at about 8:30 with a freshly shaved pussy and legs. I’m about as smooth as can be. I style my hair into double Dutch braided pigtails, which takes about 15 minutes. I put on a pair of gray tight yoga shorts and a white cap sleeve midriff shirt that reveals a few inches of my stomach. I do a half turn in the bathroom mirror and feel good about how my booty looks in these shorts. I give it a quick smack with my left hand and watch the jiggle, then bounce down the stairs braless to find Trevor in his office. I spread my arms and press my hands against the door frame. “Hey, whatcha doin’?”
(Trevor)
I look up to see Jess in the doorway looking sexy as fuck. Her dark hair is in braided pigtails and she’s not wearing any makeup. Her tight shirt is creating a fold under her breasts, really expressing them. Her exposed stomach and hourglass hips lead my eyes to her shorts which look skin tight and don’t leave much to the imagination. Wow, gorgeous. “Damn, you look hot.”
(Jessica)
I’m taken aback because Trevor hasn’t shown any sexual interest in me for a couple of months. This look is what caught his attention? Too bad for him because I’m already reserved for the night. “Really?”
(Trevor)
I chuckle. “Yeah. REALLY hot.” She smiles and twists her hips to the side so I can see her ass sticking out. “You aren’t trying?”
(Jessica)
Not for you, dude. “Nope. I just threw on some comfy clothes and got my hair out of my eyes. But thank you.”
(Trevor)
“What are you up to?”
(Jessica)
“Not much. About to do some laundry. You?”
(Trevor)
“Replying to work e-mails. I’m getting tired, though. So I’ll probably get ready for bed once I finish these up.”
(Jessica)
Ah, there it is. Again, he doesn’t even try to initiate anything physical with me. He just told me I look hot, so why wouldn’t he make a move? It’s as if he’s completely forgotten how a romantic relationship works. “How long do you think that’ll be?”
(Trevor)
“Probably about an hour.”
(Jessica)
“Okay. Tell me good night before you go to bed.” I turn around and walk away to the laundry room. I grab my phone off the kitchen island and text Dylan.
8:52 PM
Me: You still awake down there?
8:52 PM
Dylan: Yeah. Is Dad?
8:53 PM
Me: Unfortunately. He’ll probably be in bed by 9:45 or 10:00, though. Want to bump our date up to 10:30?
8:53 PM
Dylan: Sure. The sooner I get you again the better. What are you wearing?
I strike a pose in the laundry room and take a selfie at an angle above myself which includes a look at my shorts and the ability to see down my shirt a bit. Dylan replies about 30 seconds later.
8:55 PM
Dylan: Fucking hot.
8:55 PM
Me: What are you wearing?
8:55 PM
Dylan: Just some boxers.
8:56 PM
Me: No shirt?
8:56 PM
Dylan: Nope.
8:56 PM
Me: Mmm. That’s a good look on you.
8:57 PM
Dylan: 🙂
8:57 PM
Me: i’m going to do some laundry and wait for your dad to go to bed. See you at 10:30, sexy.
8:58 PM
Dylan: Can’t wait.
I turn on some 80s music and get started on laundry.
(Trevor)
It’s 9:58 and I close my laptop. I leave the office and look for my wife. I hear her rummaging around upstairs, so I head up. I reach our doorway and find Jess bending over putting clothes in a drawer. Her shorts are riding up so that her butt cheeks are partially hanging out at the bottom. She has a great looking butt. Full, round, soft, but firm if she wants it to be. I want to touch it, but know she’s not dressed this way for me. So I hold back and announce my presence. “Hey. I finished work and am dead tired. I’m going to get ready for bed.”
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