Saturday Morning... (early, bedroom)

Wakefulness steals over you slowly as the sound of birdsong filters into your room. The dim, slanted light of early morning plays on your eyelids, and you open them.
{if JxZ3 = 1
}What a crazy dream...
You look left and right, seeing the two slow-breathing forms of your wife on the one side, and Zoe on the other.
Oh. Right. That wasn't a dream.
The clock on the cable box says 7:20 AM. Dennis's guy is coming in less than 2 hours, and the household might be bustling with activity soon.
"Zo..."
You shake her quietly awake.
"Hmm... oh... morning, stud..." Zoe rolls over to give you a kiss.
"Morning. I think maybe you should..."
"Yeah..."
Zoe rolls out of bed, sneaking out through the bathroom. Normally, no one would be barging into your room anyway, but it's best not to take chances. Avoid any awkward questions.
Jenna stirs next to you, then rolls over sleepily, eyelids fluttering.
"Mmm.... fuck....I'm so sore...." she smiles, and then looks past you. "Where's Zoe?"
"I thought it was best to send her out while everyone's still asleep. Appearances, you know?"
Jenna nods, then pulls you in for a kiss.
"That was the best night of my life, James." She pulls you on top of her, and you stroke her cheek as she looks at you with sleepy eyes. "What a little fox... It wasn't... it wasn't too weird for you, was it?"
"I thought it was going to be, but somehow... no. I love her. It should feel wrong, but it didn't."
"I'm glad, baby." She shifts, and winces. "Jesus Christ. I'll be lucky if I can walk today. My poor little kitty." She gives you a coy look... "Maybe you could... kiss it, make it all better?"
You grin.
One screaming orgasm later, Jenna is heading downstairs to shower. You make the bed, and get the room as presentable as possible. If a plumber's going to be traipsing through here, you want it neat and tidy. Then you head downstairs for some breakfast. {elseif JxTxJ3 = 1
} Your eyes open onto the angelic face of a sleeping Tara. The last, vague impression that the previous night had been a dream melts away. Had you really thought this girl was a teasing little bitch? She is a sweet girl, once those defense mechanisms were down.
"Morning..." Jenna's hands snake around you from behind as she spoons you, looking over your shoulder at Tara as well. "Isn't she just adorable?" She whispers.
"Yeah." you try to answer carefully. You don't know what the unspoken rules are in this new frontier. Will Jenna be insulted, hurt, or offended if you compliment Tara? "Almost as adorable as you, baby."
"Stop...." she kisses your neck.
"It's true..." you turn to give your wife a kiss. She's perfect. Not in the Platonic ideal, mathematical sense; but you wouldn't change a thing about her: not her age, not any line or blemish or scar. Nothing.
"You're sweet, baby." She kisses you.
"Mmm..." Tara shifts, and her eyes flutter. "Oh... Oh my god..." she's surprised as she looks around. "Wow... so that all really happened, huh?"
Jenna laughs, climbing over you to kiss Tara, while you rub her back.
"Good morning, little dove."
It's 7:22 AM, and Jenna and Tara get up to shower. You stretch, and head downstairs to get some breakfast. {else
} The clock on the cable box reads 7:19 AM. You roll onto your back, rubbing your eyes, while Jenna snores softly next to you. {if JxJLater = 1
}You look at her with mixed emotions. A night's rest has only solidified your willingness to fight for your love, but it still hurts. You can't look at her without feeling the pain of betrayal. {elseif JxJCool = 1
}You look at her with a sick feeling in your gut. The night's rest has not assuaged your jealousy and despair about what she has done, and might be doing. {else
}As with nearly every day of the last twenty years, you wonder anew at how you got a girl like her.{endif
}
You slip silently out of bed, {if MasterShower = 1
} heading in to shower and then shave. When you come back into the bedroom in a towel, {else
}heading downstairs to shower. When you return, {endif
} Jenna is sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at her phone.
"Good morning, Jen."
{if JxJCool = 1
}"Morning..." she puts her phone down, rising quickly to come give you a hug and a kiss. Is she being a little too eager? You eye her phone suspiciously over her shoulder.{else
}"Morning, baby." She stretches, and then comes over to give you a peck on the cheek. {if JennaSubScene1 = 1
}"Fuck... I'm so sore..." The marks on her neck have, unfortunately, not quite faded. "You really beat up my kitty, you monster..." her voice is low and sultry. You can't resist a little smack on her ass, and she yelps in pain.
"God damn it, James..." she rubs her ass as you chuckle. {endif
}{endif
}{if DennisBeer =1
}
"What time is the plumber supposed to get here, again?" She's grabbing a towel from the closet, and some clothes for the day: simple black panties, blue jeans, and a cream colored blouse.
"Dennis said 9:00."{else
}
Jenna grabs a towel from the closet, along with simple black panties, blue jeans, and a cream colored blouse.
A knock on the door is followed by Karen's head poking in. "Everybody decent?"
{if JxK3 = 1
}"You came to the wrong place for decent..." you chuckle as you drag your boxers up, but not before Karen gets an eyeful. She winks. {else
}"Hold up!" You dart into the closet to pull your boxers on, and grab a t-shirt at random. When you re-emerge, both ladies are smiling and shaking their heads at you in perfect unison. {endif
}"Are you still coming with me to meet the realtor and look at the place on Potomac?"
"Absolutely! I want you to get that place, you'd be so close...."
You tune out the talk and head downstairs for breakfast.

{endif}{endif}