Good Morning Kiss

There was total silence in the room as Kaila observed the mahogany-haired woman. Slowly, a soft smile came across Charlotte's lips, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, usually I kiss her good mawnin'." Charlotte leaned forward, and I watched in amazement as her lips pressed against my wife's in a most unchaste kiss. Her eyes were closed, but opened as Kaila kissed her back, not breaking the contact, but rather, indulging in it.

I simply watched, feeling the rush of blood to the lower regions of my body. The sight of my wife, kissing another woman, was almost painfully arousing. The kiss lasted for a long while, before Charlotte finally broke it, and exhaled raggedly.

"Well, not usually lahk that." She chuckled softly.

Kaila looked over at me with a gentle expression. For an instant, she seemed a vision of loveliness, as she closed one eye in a rapid wink.

"How those eggs coming?" She asked brightly.

"Oh gawd, breakfast..." Charlotte groaned, rubbing her stomach through the sheet. "Ahm I too late, dahlin'?"

Cooking for four wasn't in the plan this morning. I remembered that we had a larger frying pan in the bus, but it was stored under the rear seat with the rest of the "Car-camping" gear. I nodded, moving towards the front door.

"I'll be right back. Give you a chance to get decent." I offered, turning the door handle.