Back home

The next morning, after a quick breakfast, we headed home. Marcie didn't eat with us or see us off. Kate chatted most of the way home, and I managed to respond at all the right places. My mind, however, was really on Marcie. The smell of her ass, the taste of her pussy and the feeling of her legs being wrapped around me...

I did my best to focus on my wife and the road to keep myself from getting a hardon while driving. Then, out of the blue, Kate said, "I'm horny."

"Really," was all I could think of saying.

"Very," she said. "I was horny last night too, but I could not imagine fucking in the house with all of my family there. So I just went to sleep while you were downstairs talking."

I remembered talking with Marcie's pussy very well. I gave up on fighting my own horniness.

"Why don't you do something about it?" I asked.

"Alan!"

"What? The baby is in a rear facing childseat, so its not like he can see you."

"I don't think so."