After Carlos left on the second Friday night visit, Lynda was as "up" and bubbly as I had ever seen her. It was the same all day Saturday, she was just so satisfied. She did start asking when we could do it again and we ended up on the phone with Carlos setting up another play date. He said the Friday thing worked well for him, but he wanted to start around 1:30 or 2:00, so he could be home earlier. He was terrified of having his wife find out what we were doing. We finally agreed to meet at our house at 1:30 and Lynda teased me about not getting stuck at work or I would miss the show.
Carlos called me at work on Tuesday to say he might have to cancel, but I encouraged him not to. He was not specific, but it seemed like he was feeling too stressed and guilty about cheating on his wife. The first two times he had fucked Lynda a few years earlier, Carlos had loudly boasted on his conquest to some guys who were mutual friends. That had started some rumors that we had to stamp out, so I did not think he was doing that again, but something was amiss. I guess he was having to explain where he was going when he slipped out early and nobody could account for his whereabouts. He had told his wife the first time that he was coming to our house, but not the next time. When I got home, I told Lynda about the call and she was disappointed, but seemed to also suddenly feeling guilty about fucking her friend's husband behind her back. Lynda started suggesting that maybe she and Carlos should just cool it, until the day that Carlos ever split from his wife, if that day ever came.
On Friday morning, we figured that is was probably off with Carlos, but he called me around 11:00 to say he was horny as hell and ready for my wife if we were still interested. I told him definitely to come over and said I would let Lynda know. Needless to say she was very excited to hear that the tryst was on. It was good to see that lust triumphed in the end.
Carlos called me at 1:00 saying that he was leaving for my house and I told him that I was right behind him. I started thinking, however, that I would like him to show up and meet Lynda before I got home. Something about the two of them their alone was making me hard as a rock. As a result, I delayed leaving until about 1:30 and did not get there until around 1:50, meaning Carlos would have already been there for thirty minutes alone with my wife.
As I opened the door I wasn't sure what I would find, but was slightly disappointed to see them standing in the kitchen talking. They were having a glass of wine and it did seem they had done some kissing and maybe some ass grabbing, but had been waiting for me. Lynda was a little annoyed that I was late and said sarcastically that they should have started without me. I told them that time was wasting, so they better get going. Carlos got a big grin like he was the fox and I had just let him into the hen house. I told him that I was giving him the keys to my wife to go for a ride. I thought that was witty, but they were already too busy kissing to pay any attention.
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