I follow Jeri into our bedroom, and as I turn to close the door, I have a thought in my head about the times Paula would “catch us” in the act. I turned out the light, closed the door most of the way, but not all the way until it latched, enough to ensure that the light from the hallway wouldn’t make it noticeable that it wasn’t closed all the way, but that anyone in the hallway would see that it wasn’t closed.
Jeri and I went through our basic routine of foreplay, where I come up behind her on the bed, move her hair, kiss her neck as I rub her shoulders for a minute, then proceed to kiss her fully on the mouth, and move my hands to her full breasts. As we progress down to handling each other’s lower parts, I position her so that I am facing the door, and she is facing away, or my body is blocking her view of the door when she is facing the doorway. I see the hallway light turn off, and keep one eye on my business at hand and one eye on the doorway. The TV is on, throwing shadows, so when I thought for sure the door moved a bit, it might have been a shadow. Either way, like a peacock, I began strutting my stuff sexually, so to speak, performing for an audience that I don’t even know is there, but I hope is there, watching me. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I have also never sniffed my stepdaughter’s panties before today, either, so I guess new things are happening all the time.
I bring my wife to orgasm, and thinking about both her and an audience, I a little more vocally than normal, have my own eruption, deep inside my wife, as she gasps and I grunt my appreciation. She looks me in the eye as we have the post-coitus glow moment, and asks me, “You sure have been pretty horny lately. What is causing that?”
“I don’t kn.., uh, you’re just so beautiful” I stammer out. She smiles. “I’m sure.” I lean down, kiss her and get up to go get a towel. Again, the TV was on, but I thought for sure I heard rustling by the door. I definitely heard the closing of either Paula’s or the bathroom door out in the hallway.
Blog entry #6 — December 27th
The holidays were upon us, and as usual, Jeri and her mom were planning their day after Xmas trip to visit her sister in the next city over. It was usually a 2-3 day visit, depending on which day the holidays fell in the week. This year looked like a 3 day, 2 nighter. Normally, this was a good time for me to have the house to myself, but Paula had just started that job, and as the FNG, she got the after Xmas shifts. Neither of us was pleased with the situation, but considering the recent developments around the house, maybe it was fated?
Jeri left around noon that day. I was at work. Paula was home that day , she worked the next day. It had been about 3 days since the “open door” incident, but Paula hadn’t acted any different that I was aware of. However, I had noticed a slight change in clothing options, tending towards the tighter clothes around the house, rather than the loose, laze around she normally wore. Of course, I was intent on watching her other parts, not her face or actions, so she could have been acting completely different and I wouldn’t have known.