Sunday Morning: The Day After
Mack woke with an urgency to pee. Mary lay beside him. His mind flashed to the night before with her and John. No feelings of regret to be found. This did not surprise him.
Yeah, it was unusual but it wasn’t unnatural.
The fact that Mary was beside him was proof that she chose him over John and that was all good.
He rose quietly and went into the bathroom. The ice bucket and the glasses from last night were on the counter. She had rinsed them. She always felt a need to clean the room before housekeeping. She often made the beds and she folded used towels neatly so the housekeeper would not think she was a slob.
Mack’s pee streamed hard on the water’s surface. He aimed to make the loudest possible noise every time he peed. He wanted people to know what he was doing.
In your face, I am peeing. Simple as that. Mack could be very simple about things like this. Superior genes, superior pee. He did not suffer from shy bladder syndrome. Men who did were not alphas.
Returning to the room, Mack sat naked on the high-backed chair. The camera was pushed to one side and Mack thought about the visuals from last night. He and John had been all up into Mary’s biology. John had been walt almost all night. What a sexy man. Mack was satisfied with his own performance, too. Life was good. It was a good night with good memories and all of them recorded.
Mack thought about how Mary might feel when she woke. He hoped she would not be embarrassed or ashamed about what happened with John. It is what Mack wanted. He wanted Mary to be pleasured and she was. He also wanted Mary to choose him as a partner afterward and that is also what happened. Mack knew he could reassure Mary if she had any concern. Mack was protector and provider. If he needed to protect Mary’s feelings this morning after providing for her last night, he was ready for it.
Mack thought, too, about how the best orgasm he ever had was last night. Partly because he was in Mary’s ass, and partly because of John’s hand touching his cock. It was a shock that John had touched him but in truth it is one of the bold moves that Mack himself might have done twenty years ago if he and Mary had not been so conservative.
It better not happen again.
It is one thing to share your wife with another man and a completely different thing to share your cock at any level with another man. Not going to happen again with his cock.
Mack wondered if it got any better than two men sharing one man’s wife. There was camaraderie and sex in one package deal. What’s not to like about that? Mack already wanted to share Mary again. Not now, of course, but soon enough.
Mary stirred but did not wake.
Mack knew he and John were now good friends. It is difficult for men like Mack to have a best friend as an adult. At work, given his position, there can be no friends, only colleagues. And as for old college friends, he had a couple but they were far away. Their respective wives did not really like each other so contact was infrequent. Mack could use a good friend and John would be good for him.
As long as Mary approved, it was acceptable to share Mary with him. He hoped when she woke this morning, she would agree to move forward with a plus-one relationship. Mack had thought about it last night while watching Mary with John. He had a new thought this morning about a marriage plan and wanted the three of them to talk it out later.
No sense just sitting here. He decided to shower, stood up, and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He set the dial to Hot and stepped into the shower to let the water stream over his head and down his back. Steam filled the room.
Three minutes later, Mary woke to the noise of the shower. She quietly opened the door and sat on the toilet to pee. She could see Mack with his head under the shower and realized he had not heard her come in.
As she emptied herself, she watched Mack. She knew her love for this man had not changed one bit…even though she had two terrific orgasms with another man last night. She smiled. What a night of firsts! She was a little sore but not overly so. Both men were careful not to hurt her.
She wiped but did not flush. She stood, closed the lid, and said in a pleasant voice, “Hey, sailor, room for two in there?”
Mack turned and opened the door to Mary. “Room for two and you'll like the view,” Mack joked.
Mary stepped into the shower and into Mack’s arms. He wrapped his body around her to protect her from the hot water. She felt safe snuggled up against him. He protected her the same way he always did. She hugged him close. This was her mate and she was his. It was the only interpretation possible.
Mack reached for the shampoo as he said. “My turn to do you, remember?”
Mary nodded. He poured shampoo into his hands and rubbed it into her hair. She had taught him a long time ago how to wash it. He was skilled at it, too. She relaxed as he massaged her scalp and rinsed her hair clean. Mack then soaped her and cleaned her from head to toe. He paid a great deal of attention to her breasts. When he reached Cleopatra, she spread her legs wide for him. He washed her wheat with affection, too. She melted into him.