He does

Jason lays there, thinking. His mind is racing every which way, worrying that he's fucked up and revealed too much of his kink, how can he get out of this? Does he play it off like he was just trying to help her out and she seemed turned on by the first question? His mind goes in circles until after his wife comes back. He doesn't say anything when she gets under the covers, still in her night shirt, and turns her back to him, inviting spooning. He cuddles up behind her, noticing that she's a little stiff to his touch.

He did fuck up, he's sure of it. But she seemed to respond positively to his questions. She'd never gotten off so fast. Man, the whole afternoon was weird, with everyone responding to his... questions. He makes the connection, but it seems so impossible. He tries to put it out of his head, but what if he could..? No, he needs to address the things that really matter.

"So that was fun," he says, hesitantly. They've been in a relationship nearly 30 years, he knows this isn't the kind of thing to go unaddressed. Their relationship is built on communication.

"It was," she responds. She stays very still, as if afraid to move and give the wrong impression.

"But..?"

"Yeah, 'but.' Don't you think we went too far?" Asks Willow. She puts her hand on his, resting on her ribs. "I dunno, that just felt kind of weird to me."

"I just kept going because you seemed to like it," Jason says, too quickly, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"It's okay, let's just not do that again. That time is us time." Willow has never seemed terribly interested in anything kinky, and Jason has always been too afraid to push. "So are we good? Can we sleep now?"

"Yeah, we're good." Jason reaches over and switches off the light before cuddling her to sleep. Once she's asleep he turns over and fits her butt into his lower back, avoiding his arm falling asleep during the night.

Morning comes and the family goes about their usual routine. Jason and Willow hardly see each other in the morning since they don't tend to give themselves much extra time before work. He's sitting down to a breakfast of boring, fiber-filled cereal while the ladies are about to leave for school. They've both worked hard to make sure Dina isn't in Willow's class, but it was easier for Dina to go to her mother's school, so they can carpool in the morning."Mom! What are you wearing?" Dina demands, incredulous from out in the hallway where Jason can't see.

"Do you like it?" Willow asks. Jason think she sounds embarrassed, but pleased. Still, if his wife is wearing something interesting, he'd sure like to see it. He gets up to go look.

"No! You're dressed way too young. Are you trying to humiliate me?" Dina says. Jason steps into the hallway to see his wife in what can best be described as 'sexy.' Her pants, while still of an appropriate length, are very tight, and maybe a little bit see-through. He looks at her butt and, from the lack of panty lines, knows there has to be a thong under there. Her top, though is the most unusual thing. Willow had never displayed any cleavage at work before, or if she had it had only been at special times that required a little dress up. Today the top she's wearing is one that she only ever wears on dates with him, and she only bought it because he thought it looked sexy. It isn't quite scandalous (his wife would never wear anything matching that description), but the red frilly thing displayed quite a bit of her breast.

And she's wearing that to work? Jason leans against the wall in such a way as one leg can block his penis from sight. It's as if she wants her students to see... her... breasts... Yes, he realizes, she does. It's just like he said last night. No, like he asked about last night. It all comes together.

"Aw, Dina, don't you think she looks nice?" he asks, slowly. Probing.

Dina's eyes rove over her mother's outfit one more time. "Yeah, I guess she does," she mutters.

"C'mon Sweetie, be nice. Isn't this a great look for her?" Dina nods, and that's confirmation. Holy shit. If this is real, this is incredible.

A/N: If you spot typos (and I'm sure there are some) please point them out. I'm really bad about/at proof reading.