Chapter 3

That afternoon Monica took the kids over to see John at the hospital. Maria snuggled up beside her daddy and John’s wife sat on the other side of him. Alex sat across the room in a chair.

“I missed you daddy.” Maria said.

John kissed his daughter on the forehead. “Missed you too pumpkin.”

She squeezed her father. “I want you to come home.”

“Maria, be careful honey, your daddy is still quite sore.” Monica said.

She kissed him on the cheek. “Sorry, daddy.”

John looked across at his son. “That’s ok, precious. Alex, how you doin’ buddy?”

“I’m ok dad,” Alex answered.

Maria seemed jealous that the attention was drawn from her. “Mommy slept in Alex’s bed last night.”

Monica fed her daughter a stern look. “Maria, hush your mouth.”

“Well you did, Mommy.”

Monica looked at her husband as he returned an inquisitive smile. “Alex and I were having a chat after I got home and I fell asleep on his bed.”

“Mommy was laying on top of him this morning.” Maria said.

“Maria Hall…I most certainly was not, now I told you to hush. I was giving Alex a hug when she walked in…wasn’t I?” Monica asked, looking over at Alex.

Alex nodded, knowing his Mom was lying and that he woke up with her on top of him. “Yeah.”

“Well I got good news. The doctor said I can come home in two days.” John said.

“Yay!” Maria cheered.

“I’ll have to come back for physical therapy twice a week, but otherwise I’ll be good to go.”

Monica smiled and patted his hand. “That’s great sweetie.”

“Yeah, awesome, Dad.” Alex added.

“Well, I better get the kids home so they can get started on their homework.” Monica said.

“Awww, I wanna stay with daddy. ” Maria whined in protest.

John hugged her tight. “Daddy will be home in a few days, pumpkin.”

They gave their hugs and said their goodbyes and John watched his little family move down the hallway towards the elevator. 

Monica was wearing a pair of low cut jeans that looked as though they were sculpted around her luscious ass. She also wore a sexy white tank top and mini platform sandals with 4 ½ inch heels.

As they waited for the elevator John took a second to admire how sexy her little feet looked etched in them. Her cute little toes peeked out the bottom, with their red painted toenails. There’s no doubt that his wife of twenty years was built like a brick shit house.

Again he remembered peering back at her in the mirror as they made love so many times through the years. 

He remembered staring at those smooth golden brown legs as they kept his body locked between them. Her muscles tensed. Her sexy little bare feet flexing.

Normally John would feel his penis get hard about now, but this time it wasn’t happening. He glanced down at his lap as it lay flat and motionless.

DING!!

The elevator door opened and just before they entered John noticed that Monica’s hand slowly crept over into Alex’s, interlacing her fingers between his, then led him and their daughter into the elevator.

Later that evening Alex was hanging out in his large walk-in closet. He appropriately called this place his “Man Cave.” 

He sat in a padded swing chair that was suspended by a large metal stand and was surrounded by a lot of his favorite things.

“Alex?” He heard his mom call from inside his bedroom.

He glanced up from his laptop where he was chatting with pals on Facebook. 

“In here Mom.”

The closet door opened and Monica stepped inside.

“I should have known you’d be hanging out in your Man Cave,” she giggled.

“You know me,” he said.

Monica closed the door behind her. Her hair was still damp and slicked back from a shower and she wore nothing but a white short satin robe.

“Well I finally got your sister to sleep. Whiny little thing,” she said, making her son giggle.

“You can say that again,” he added.

Monica smiled as she moved past a large poster on the wall of a voluptuous woman in nothing but a white bra and panty set. 

The woman’s deep tan was nearly the same shade as her own. 

“She’s pretty. Who is that?”

Alex looked up the poster. “Umm her name’s Denise Melani.”

Monica smiled and pointed at the woman’s lacy, almost transparent bra.

 “That’s funny, I think I have that same bra.”

“Really?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, I had no idea they had matching panties for it. Hmmm.”

Monica strode past her son and sat down on a small bench in front of him. The robe gathered a bit at her waist exposing her smooth shapely legs in their entirety. 

She rested both palms on the bench by her hips, thrusting the swell of her huge mommy-boobs out just a little. Her legs were together and her knees were slightly cocked to one side.

Alex could smell the sweet scent of her recently applied shea-butter and noticed that her tan legs looked nearly as smooth and shimmery as the satin robe she was wearing.

“So, you must be excited for dad to come home finally,” he said.

“Yeah…I guess,” she answered unenthusiastically.

“It’s gonna be a big change for him, huh?”