Two is all they have time for.

Darcie looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table and swore, “fuck Spence, look at the time.”

Spencer rolled over to where Darcie was looking and saw that they were due back at the school in less than an hour to pick up their children. Number three would have to wait for another time. Spencer retraced his steps through the house and got dressed again, he would have enough time to race home and shower still. Darcie was happy to follow him naked, more than comfortable in Spencer seeing her naked after the attention he had lavished upon her naked body.

Kissing him goodbye at the door, Spencer took one last hold of Darcie’s shapely ass and breathed in her scent. A musky mix of sex, endorphins and pheromones. Lord knows what he smelt like. Darcie said she’d call him later that evening and bid him farewell.

Back at his house Spencer washed himself off in the bathroom attached to the master suite. He winced as the water first touched him, Darcie having left great scratch marks down his back during their frenetic first encounter. Placing a light linen shirt on afterwards Spencer was at the school with enough time to get out and stretch his legs while he waited for Amy to be let out.

He knew it was just a figment of his imagination after today but Spencer couldn’t help but feel the school mothers eye upon him as he waited by his car. He imagined they could tell, just by looking at him, what he had done to one of their own. He knew he wasn’t guilty of anything, Darcie and Tony had come to their arrangement entirely without him. But did he subconsciously look like he’d been up to no good, perhaps?

Whatever he looked like, Amy sure didn’t seem to notice anything as she kissed her Dad hello on his cheek and got in the car. They talked about how Amy’s day had gone at school and when they got home Spencer made a start on dinner, ravishingly hungry having missed lunch entirely in addition to his aerobics with Darcie.

Super was a creamy chicken and pasta bake, Spencer washing it down with a craft beer he had got a taste for in Washington. Later as he was finishing off the movie her started that morning, Amy safely asleep in bed, his phone vibrated next to him, Darcie's name in the caller ID.

“Hey Darcie,” Spencer answered, happy to be hearing from her.

“Hey, Spence. How are you?”

“Couldn’t be better. You?”

“Oh like a man just spent the afternoon fucking the everliving shit out of me.”

Spencer laughed at Darcie ever colourful way with words. He thanked her honestly for what they had done and it was Darcie that possed the question of whether it was a one-time thing or not.

“Spencer look. Today was honestly the best sex I’ve had in the past ten years. I trust you and… fuck you’ve got a good dick. Do we want to continue with this or stop things now?”

Darcies ability to call things as they were would always endear her to Spencer, but did he want to continue down the path they had started?