Late for Dinner

“Honey, I’m home!”

Tim’s greeting was swallowed by the darkness as he realized he was calling out to no one.

The house was dark and quiet. He flipped on the kitchen light to find a note, written in Evelyn’s neat, cursive script.

Went to Millie’s to work out, be home for dinner.

Tim looked at the clock—nearly 6 o’clock. It was unusual for his wife not to have started dinner by now, but he was just happy she was spending time with a new friend.

Tim stared at the note for a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips. Evelyn had been so enthusiastic about this new “workout buddy” thing. It was good for her, healthy even.

He loosened his tie, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and settled into the living room recliner to wait. Dinner could be late; no big deal. Maybe they’d lost track of time doing yoga or whatever women did at home gyms these days.

Tim looked up from the couch as the front door opened just after 7:30. Evelyn stepped inside first. She had changed at Millie’s into proper workout clothes before coming home: a tight gray sports bra that pushed her breasts up and together. The straps dug slightly into her shoulders. She wore high-waisted gray leggings that clung to every curve of her hips and ass. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail. A few damp strands stuck to her neck. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, and her breathing still had not quite settled.

Millie followed right behind. She was still wearing the same black sports bra and compression shorts, though they looked more disheveled, as if she had put them on in a hurry. The thick, unmistakable outline of her cock lay heavy against her left thigh. It shifted slightly with each step.

“Hey honey.” Evelyn said as she kicked off her sneakers at the door. “Sorry we’re late, Millie’s workouts are no joke.”

Tim set the remote down and stood. He smiled wide. “No worries at all. You look like you really went for it. New outfit?”

Evelyn glanced down at herself. She suddenly felt self-conscious. The leggings were so snug they showed the faint outline of her pussy lips. They were still puffy and sensitive from the last hour. “Yeah. Millie said it’s better to train in proper gear. More support.”

“Well you look great!”

Tim closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss his wife.

Evelyn hesitated at first, then met his lips with a warm but reserved kiss.

“Wow, you guys really did go hard! I can taste the sweat on your lips, so salty!”

Millie smiled. “You should have seen her tonight, Tim. She’s a natural. Took it like a champ.” She punctuated her sentence with a firm, playful slap to Evelyn's ass.

“I’m gonna start dinner. I told Millie she could join us. You’re OK with that, right?”

“Of course honey, do you need my help with anything?”

“No! Millie will help me. Why don’t you grab another beer and go back to the couch while we whip something up.”

“Well, don’t mind if I do. Thanks sweety.”

The two women were giggling like school girls when Tim got back to the couch. Within minutes, he was already starting to doze off. Two beers and nine holes was more than enough to put him down. He heard the girls talking in the other room as he struggled to keep his eyes open and wondered what they could be making.

“Oh my god, no matter how many times I see it, I still can’t believe how big it is!”

“Just like that, use both hands. You’re doing great.”

“It’s bigger than my arm, Millie!”

Whatever they were making, it seemed like there was going to be plenty for everyone.