She reaches the kitchen

Thankfully, Stacy managed to avoid Colby and make her way to the kitchen, where she found Susan, sitting down at her kitchen table with a big frown on her face as she stared at her coffee cup.

Stacy, noticing that Susan was too distracted to notice her, took a moment to look over Susan.

She was still very attractive, but it was obvious that she had mentally locked herself into the role of boring housewife and that she didn't enjoy it.

It didn't strike Susan as being too much a trade off of being a boring housewife in exchange for being married to Colby.

After all he was still hot as fuck and she was pretty sure his dick was still huge (unless, of course, there had been some kind of accident she didn't know about), so she was baffled at Susan's almost depressed disposition.

But, end of the day, she wasn't sure just what Colby and Susan's life was like behind closed doors.

They could be falling apart at the seams, which would be a nightmare for Susan.

Although that would create quite the opening for Stacy.

She felt like enough of an asshole by lusting after Susan's son, her husband was even worse.

Yeah Stacy had always been willing to do shit that normal society frowned and that streak had certainly remained in her even after her disastrous last relationship, but crossing that line was completely out of the question.

She spent time chatting with Susan, trying to take her mind off of everything, but it was hard to focus on Susan's stories about some problem with a neighbor (their lawn wasn't up to standards) or about how Susan called her mother every day at 2.

Which was ironic because, before today, Stacy thought that Susan brought a calming force into her life given just how normal she was.

Stacy hadn't really had that, from her freshman year in college, it had been a steady stream of alcohol, drugs and dick.

While, even back then, Susan was quiet and a homebody.

Susan's biggest vice was a fascination with Interracial sex, but she eventually put that away by the time she married Colby.

For Stacy, it didn't matter the color of the dick, just how hard it fucked her.

White, Black, Latino, Asian, Arab, Indigenous, she'd fucked practically every race and ethnicity their was.

A real point of pride for her.

In the end, no one was ahead of the other in her eyes, but she still understood Susan's initial reaction in college.

She'd lived in a lily white town her entire life, so it wasn't a surprise when she started dating men of color exclusively.

Still, Susan was never someone who, from what Stacy could gather, never really liked to push the envelope in bed.

Which was why Susan liked to be around Stacy.

She liked to hear about Stacy's wild nights out and she reveled in hearing stories about the time Stacy got so drunk she could barely stand or going skinny dipping before getting fucked by two guys at once.

She lived vicariously through her friend.

Which wasn't lost on Stacy.

She was more than happy to give her friend things to fantasize about.

Even after School, Susan loved hearing Stacy's stories.

And Stacy, at least until she got with her asshole ex, was never short on stories for her friend to live vicariously though.

She was brought out of her thoughts by Susan, who, while they spoke, had made a plate of bacon and eggs for her friend.

As she ate, her worst nightmare came true as both Colby and Darren came downstairs for breakfast.

Colby, as always, put on the front of being happy to see her while Darren awkwardly said a few words to her before sitting down at the table.

Stacy really hoped this breakfast wouldn't go off the rails.