When my wife returned to work after her maternity leave she took the night shift. The hospital where she worked as a nurse always had trouble filing nights so it was easy. This allowed for one
of us to always be home with our new bundle of joy. One evening about a week
after her new schedule started, the doorbell rang. I was surprised to see one
of my wife’s friends at the door. Debbie had stopped over to see my wife about
a book club they both belonged to. Apparently Deb had forgotten about the new schedule.
Just then the baby began to cry and I invited Deb in to see the baby since she
was up.
Deb is a pretty woman about 5’ 4’’ with a bit of meat on her bones. She has medium
breast and a sweet ass. She isn’t the most beautiful or hottest lady in our
development but she still stood out. She was friends with my wife since we
moved in and was often over to the house with her husband Stan. They didn’t
have any kids yet, as the always added, and seemed to be a happy couple. Deb
wasn’t a flirt or a tease but always looked good.
I invited Deb to sit and went and got the baby. After changing and feeding her I handed
her to Deb to help with her baby jones. I went and made some tea for us. When I
went back into the living room the baby was asleep in Deb’s arms so I put her
to bed. I went back in and we chatted as we drank our tea. I was wearing pajama
bottoms and a t shirt, not having expected any company. When I sat on the couch
the fly gapped open and I realized my cock was exposed. Now I have always had
exhibitionist tendencies and my kink got the better of me. I sat there enjoying
being exposed and the danger and I naturally started to grow. Now one of the
advantages of being average sized is the way I was sitting the head wasn’t in
the open. I figured she’d never notice and I would have a nice wank session
when she left. Being on different schedules with my wife had put a big cramp in
our sex life. So I sat there in a very good mood when I noticed Deb look down
and her expression change from having a nice chat to sheer shock. I new what
had happened and deflated like a punctured balloon. Deb stuttered some goodbyes
and practically raced from the house.
I thought I was dead. I figured she’d be on her cell phone calling my wife two minutes after
she pulled away in her car. I sat dejectedly on the couch waiting for the
inevitable call. After a few hours my wife called to say goodnight to me as she
does every night. Since she wasn’t screaming at me I figured I had a reprieve till
tomorrow. I assumed Deb was so upset she couldn’t even call. Nothing happened
the next day or the day after. By the third day I began to feel safer. The
thoughts of divorce and scandal slowly fading to be replaced by that cocky got
away with it feeling. I knew I was safe when that Saturday Deb called and I answered.
At first I was shocked to hear her voice but she chatted with me like nothing
had happened and I handed the phone to my wife.