Julie and I noticed that for the past couple of years, that Jason and Mandy had been trying out their new expressions of emotions on each of us. Jason would playfully flirt openly with Julie, and Mandy would seek my attention and approval. Conversations became more personal for each of us as well. Jason would talk to me about “guy stuff” but when it came to intimate feelings on how a woman felt or what she expected from a guy, Julie shared that he would turn to her for advice. Mandy on the other hand was not as verbal about her emotions but sought from me more of a physical approval of her attractiveness as a young woman. Occasionally, I had the feeling that she was in competition with her mother for my time and attention. I suppose this in normal development for a woman and daughter. She would ask me to do small favors for her that I knew she had the time and ability to do, and stand by attentively as I completed the task. Each time rewarding me with a hug or nuzzle and kiss, then off she would go.
Friday nights were “Date Nights” for Julie and me. This became a weekly ritual that the kids expected and respected. Our dates were at home and involved a romantic dinner alone by candlelight. The kids would eat first then go downstairs to the family room to watch TV, or to their respective bedroom which was also conveniently situated downstairs. Julie at the time was, and still is, a very attractive petite 40 something year old, with long dark brown hair and pert breasts. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. I enjoyed the view as much as the meal.
Our dinners would often be followed by a sexy soft-porn “R” movie in our bedroom or the occasional XXX movie. But our evenings would always lead to very satisfying lovemaking. Sometimes we would have raging hot passionate sex, in several different positions including toys and anal. Or a long slow screw leading up to a sweaty and exhausting orgasm.
As the years passed and the kids became more accustomed to our “dates” and we often dressed in loungewear that we normally would not have on when the kids were around. Julie would wear a sexy (oftentimes sheer) negligee to the table and I would wear silk pajamas. In the summer, the attire became even less as I would wear only the bottoms or silk boxers, and Julie would wear a short sexy nightgown or silk short wrap. Although the kids were not there for the dinner, something would inevitably come up requiring our attention and they would come in to the dining room to talk with us, and then leave shortly thereafter. Julie, being their mom, was comfortable with her body around the kids and knew that the room was dimly lit, so if she was wearing something sheer or open, she would not cover when Mandy came in. If it was Jason, and she was wearing something sheer she would discretely position her body or hold a hand across her breast until he left. On occasion, or depending on how much wine was had consumed, she was even less concerned about Jason seeing her body. Although his conversations were short and to the point, I saw Jason’s curious gaze moving down from her face on occasion, momentarily appreciating the view of Julie’s breasts covered only by sheer fabric, or the rise and roundness of her cleavage open to the waist and barely concealed by the silk wrap. . Thinking back, I think she felt a certain thrill of confidence being admired at by a young man; even it was her handsome son.