You're alone in bed

When I woke the next morning, I was alone in bed, which was unusual for a weekend morning. I crawled out of bed and walked into the master bathroom with my morning wood bouncing around, to see if my wife was already in the shower. If so, I planned to join her for some slippery shower sex, which was almost as good as lazy-Saturday-morning bed sex, in my opinion.

As it happened, however, Liz was already out of the shower, putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

“Morning, hon,” I greeted my wife, slipping my arms around her from behind and poking her skirt-covered ass with my hard-on. “Up for a little Saturday-morning screwing around?” I asked hopefully.

“Not today, babe,” she denied me, and gently pushed me away so that I wouldn’t muss her hair. “I’m meeting some of the girls for a shopping day and I’m running late. I’ll make it up to you this afternoon, promise.”

“This early?” I complained. “Can’t they wait a few minutes?”

“Sorry, babe,” Liz said simply, and headed out of the bathroom.

I followed her out glumly. “Oh, well. I guess waiting until the afternoon will just make it all the sweeter once you’re back…?” I mused dubiously, trying to convince myself as much as anything.

“Sure,” Liz gamely agreed, but then turned and bit her lip when she reached the bedroom door. “Oh, you know what? I may not make it back until almost dinnertime, so it might have to wait until tonight.”

“Tonight?” I protested with a grimace.

“I’m sure you’ll find something to take your mind off it,” Liz told me as she turned and headed out of the room and towards the stairs.

I glowered at the back of my wife’s head uncharitably as she left, but then sighed. It wasn’t her fault if she had plans, I supposed. I glanced down at my morning wood, which was still at better than half-mast and demanding some kind of satisfaction—if not Liz, then something warm and wet.

Maybe Caitlyn or Tina? I grimaced and shook my head at the thought of Tina: no, there was still the “rule” against fucking my youngest. Had to wean her off me and get her more interested in other boys. Well, there was always my oldest. Caitlyn was always up for a good, quick fuck.

I walked over to Caitlyn’s bedroom and poked my head in quietly, then sighed with disappointment when I saw her lying in bed, still fast asleep.

I was feeling horny enough that I almost considered waking her up, but then I decided that I wasn’t quite hard up enough that I’d be so cruel as to wake the poor girl early on a Saturday just because her mother had left me with some untended morning wood.

I resolved to put my carnal needs out of my mind for the time being, and decided to enjoy my weekend in another way: I’d relax out by my brand new pool for the first time. I went back into the master bathroom for a few minutes to take a quick shower and brush my teeth, then I grabbed a towel and a bottle of sunscreen and headed downstairs.

On my way through the house, I heard my phone buzzing. I picked it up and checked it to see a series of texts.