Getting ready for the day

"Ah," I groan as I stretch, letting myself slip out of Cynthia's pussy for the first time in around nine hours. The air feels cold and my dick shrivels quickly. "That's the right start to the day." I roll over onto my side and sit up on the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna jump in the shower," I say and walk out of the bedroom, leaving Cynthia lying on my bed, leaking cum.

When I finish my shower, I go to the kitchen and start breakfast. Meanwhile, I hear Cynthia get out of bed, load the washing machine, probably with my stain bed covers, and then head to her own shower. When she gets out, I have a stack of pancakes, yoghurt and fruit ready for her, and pancakes, bacon and eggs for me. I don't cook much but I'm a decent breakfast chef. It's a guaranteed way to keep the next morning guilt from most women who end up in bed with a strange man that picked them up at a dive bar or a sordid club the night before.

"Gah," Cynthia says as she stretches before sitting down. Both of us are naked, we usually don't bother with clothes while we are at home anymore. "You need to warn me before you do that," she says. I look at her, raising an eyebrow as I place my last egg on my plate. "Fuck me like that. I'm sore all over." I chuckle.

"Wasn't planned," I say, sitting down and starting on my food. "I just felt like it after seeing you in that dress." Cynthia grins and shakes her head. "Did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Invite John over for dinner?" I say around a mouthful of bacon.

"Oh, no, not yet. Uhm..." Cynthia says, playing with a blueberry in her yoghurt. "I was thinking. Maybe we should wait with that?"

"No, absolutely not. I want to get to know your boyfriend. Send him the invite. You'll cook. Make that Bolognese you do. That's good. Then we can all get to know each other."

"But... Joshua, he can't know about us, okay?" Cynthia stares into her yoghurt as she speaks. "That's just... like us... and I really like him." The unspoken next words are that she is clearly falling in love with this guy. What a waste.

"Sure, okay. I'll makes small talk and whatever and he won't know a thing." I'm not really lying. I have every intention of scoping John out, getting his vibe and then deciding if he'd be into the party of three thing.

"Thank you," Cynthia says and gets her phone. She sends a message and receives one back as we are finishing up our breakfast. "John says he'd love to. He's coming over this Friday."

"Great," I say, smiling. "Now get under the table and round your breakfast with some protein." I laughing as Cynthia makes a face at me but does as I tell her.