My(F32) husband, Justin(M36), was getting ready to head to his buddy's house to watch the game. I really didn't care who was playing or where he went to watch it as long as he got out of the house. Ever since we lost our ESPN package (ever since I called the cable company to cancel it), it was easy to get him to leave. I had already asked my FWB to stop by that night. Justin and I maneuvered around each other in the bathroom. We took our turns in the shower, and I was "getting ready for bed" as he got dressed. I hoped he didn't notice that I was freshly shaven under my open pink satin robe or that my excited hard nipples didn't show through the thin fabric. He would sneak a glance and smirk did he know? I smiled back and continued with my night time routine.
He was dressed in his favorite jersey and jeans that fit tightly over his ass. I stopped to admire him as he bent over to pick up his shoes. He sat down at the edge of the bed to put them on when my phone buzzed. A message. It was Alex my FWB. "I'm here."
I reached to grab my phone before my husband could see the screen and replied, "Wait, he's still here."
Alex, "I know. I can see him sitting on the bed through the window."