Maybe about four months or so had passed since me and Cay had started screwing each other behind Hadley’s back. I mean, I feel bad about it, of course I do. I don’t want to cheat on him, but Cay was right, Hadley can’t get me off like he does. That’s when he’s awake long enough to do more than have something to eat. But on the other hand, I’m still paranoid that Hadley’s cheating on me with that nurse anyways, and at least this way Hadley can get on with his work at the hospital and not have me pestering him for sex when he gets home.
Aside from feeling bad about fucking my husband’s brother, and the usual stuff like making sure my business makes a decent profit, I’ve spent a fair bit of time with John, helping him out with Beau and slyly trying to fix things between him and Cay. I’ll miss getting laid if they ever agree to get back together, but Cay was so fucking happy when things were still working out for them that it’ll be worth it, really.
We seemed to have settled into a routine fairly quickly. Hadley would go to work, I’d do what I needed to do for my cafe, and then I’d slob around for a bit and wait for Cay to come round. He usually came over at the same time pretty much every day.
So you can kind of understand that I was a bit confused when he didn’t turn up on time. Either way, I was distracted by the phone ringing.
"Hey, gorgeous," Hadley’s voice greeted me.
“Hey,” I smiled, glad to hear him sounding awake for once.
"I'm gonna be home earlier tonight.” The smile almost dropped off my face. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be happy to have him home early for once, but my heart was suddenly going at an unreasonable pace. I couldn’t risk him finding out I’d been cheating on him again.
“Sweet, what time?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice casual, even though I was fumbling around looking for my mobile so I could text Cay and tell him.
"Around eight, I think," he replied.
“M’kay,” I muttered, finally finding my phone.
"Don't bother making dinner, though. We need a night out," he laughed a little.
“Sure. Wanna go anywhere in particular?”
"The pizza place, maybe? I don't mind," he said and I shrugged, even though I knew he couldn’t see.
“Your choice, gorgeous.”
"The pizza place, then," I could almost hear the smile in his voice, and I couldn’t help my own smile tugging at my lips. My poor bunny. He still has no idea.
“I’ll see you soon, then,” I said, wanting to bring the conversation to a close as I felt a familiar guilt prodding sharply at me.
"Yeah. Love you."
“Love you too, Bunny.” He hung up, and I finished my text to Cay, asking where he was because Hadley was gonna be home early and I still wanted a good fucking before he got back. He sent me a charming text back, telling me to calm the fuck down and that he’d be there soon.
True to his word, he turned up soon enough, walking in to find me on the sofa watching TV in my boxers.
“And there I was thinking you'd be naked by the time I got here," he said. I looked up at him, laughing a little.
“Give me one good reason why I should make it that easy for you.”
"Because I have a surprise,” he told me. I have to admit that got me interested. I gave him the curious look, wondering what kind of surprise he had in mind exactly.
I can’t say I was expecting the stranger that stepped into view. He didn’t look bad for someone who must’ve been in his late thirties or early forties, I guess. He was almost the tall, dark and handsome type, lightly muscled and well dressed. I wouldn’t have expected Cay to be chasing after older men.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” I replied, feeling just a tiny bit awkward. I don’t usually meet new people when I’m slobbing out on the sofa in just my boxers.
"Tom, this is Maxxie, Maxxie, this is Tom.”
“My surprise is Tom?”
"Your surprise is a threesome." I felt my dick twitch at that. My last threesome was way too long ago. I smiled, suddenly feeling unsure of what to say. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t had threesomes with strangers before, but you have to admit, it’s always easier when either you or the stranger is drunk. "And you get the added bonus of not being the oldest guy here," Cay said, sounding kinda happy with himself.
I laughed a little, “you know all my weaknesses, don’t you?”
"Mhm. And you love it.”
I sat up and slipped my hands under Cay’s shirt, squeezing his waist a little. “You know what I love more than that?”
"Whore," he chuckled.
“Close enough,” I grinned, pulling him down for a kiss.