Kevin looked up from the paper as Sheila's heels clicked across the kitchen floor. "I put the number of the hotel by the phone. Also, there is that casserole in the fridge and I put a Post-It with instructions on how to heat it up on the oven. Don't forget to pick up.... "
Kevin tuned out the rest. They'd been married 20 years, but his wife still seemed to think he couldn't find his way around the house without instructions. He let her handle such chores ordinarily because he didn't want to, not because he didn't know how.
He suppressed a sigh and tossed in the occasional "yes, dear" at the appropriate pauses. 20 years of practice made him an expert on feigning attention in his wife's conversation.
Sheila was particularly fired up today because she was headed out of town. Her mother was having gallbladder surgery tomorrow, so Sheila and her sister, Paige, were driving up to look after their parents. Apparently all of the women in Sheila's family regarded men as barely functional at caregiving, so the sisters weren't going to leave it to their father to handle things while their mom recovered.
Kevin was staying home and glad to do it. His father-in-law no longer intimidated him the way he had when Kevin was still a wet-behind-the-ears college student, but the man still regarded his son-in-law with stony disdain. Trying to make conversation with him was like squeezing water from a stone. Kevin suspected that he'd never be fully forgiven for knocking up the man's daughter.
That certainly had not been Kevin's plan, either. Sheila had just been a particularly attractive stranger at one of his fraternity's spring parties. Seeing a new face at their parties was hardly unusual; the campus contained nearly 15,000 students after all. So he'd had no clue when he sidled up to this unknown hot piece of ass that she was from a nearby high school and therefore considerably underage for a frat house keg party.
Kevin had not been one for "relationships" back then. His good looks and rakish charm made him very appealing to the ladies and the tipsy co-eds tossing back jello shots and cheap beer were generally not in attendance hoping to find a nice gentleman suitor. His general practice at such events was to find a new conquest. They might have a one-night stand only, or they might screw each others' brains out for a few weeks, but eventually someone got bored (usually him) or wanted more than sex (invariably her) and that was the end. However it played out, he was not in this for the long term. So when Sheila gathered up her underwear and put on her clothes afterwards, he wouldn't have been surprised never to see her again.
Instead, he'd seen her pretty much every day of his life since. The condom failed (Sheila had fumbled with it putting it on him, so Kevin had long suspected that she'd nicked it with a fingernail) and she'd gotten pregnant. She'd also immediately told her parents, which earned Kevin a sit-down with her impassive father who menacingly inquired whether Kevin planned to "make an honest woman out of her". The man wasn't actually armed at the time, but to call it a "shotgun wedding" wouldn't have been far off given the murderous look in on the face of his now father-in-law.
Things had mostly worked out, though. Kevin had never been a big believer in true love, thinking that a thing for fairy tales and cheap romance novels. So while Sheila didn't set his heart ablaze, she proved to be a good cook, a dutiful homemaker, and a devoted mother. Given all those qualities, staying with her for the last two decades and change hadn't been nearly as difficult as he'd expected.
It didn't hurt that Sheila had worked hard to keep her figure. Kevin looked up over his reading glasses (one of the few signs on his encroaching middle age) and admired the taut ass and slender thigh molded in denim as Sheila strode past. His wife had turned 39 (for the 3rd time - Sheila wasn't eager about middle age), but could still fit in her high school cheerleading uniform - a fact she had recently demonstrated just a few nights ago as part of a little strip tease.
Part of it was vanity on her part - she liked being the hottest mom on the PTA. But part of it was definitely a concern that Kevin's interest was tied to her looks. Kevin had found that showing even mild interest in an attractive female could set Sheila on edge. Her standard response was to prove to him just how sexually attractive he still was. During one night out, he'd naturally taken repeated note of the rather plunging neckline on their waitress' outfit; as soon as they got back to the car, Sheila fished his cock out and proceeded to blow him then and there. Nothing quite inspired her passion like jealousy.
Of course, Sheila wasn't entirely off-base on that score. Kevin had never quite fully tamed his wandering eye. He'd traveled a lot for work in those early years and being alone on the road for days on end would make him crave a little companionship. Such random encounters had been easy to conceal, but he'd rolled the dice a few times with ones closer to home. He'd always been exceedingly careful and provided no concrete evidence of his infidelity. Still, Kevin wondered if Sheila suspected on a subconscious level all the same and hence felt the need to repeatedly prove how desirable she was.
Sheila certainly didn't lack for passion, either. Most of his male friends grumbled either that their wives either were never in the mood or did little more than lie there waiting for their man to finish. Sheila, however, was nearly as enthusiastic about Kevin's meaty cock as she had been decades ago. It took very little persuasion to get her naked and writhing beneath him. Blowjobs took a bit of effort. Sheila complained that trying to deep throat his thickness was unpleasant, but if Kevin flirted with a cute waitress or mentioned how one of Sheila's female friends looked like she'd lost weight, he could count on Sheila looking to remind him of her oral skills. So though he occasionally strayed from monogamy, it wasn't because the sex at home was bad or infrequent.
Kevin tuned back in again slightly at the sound of his name. "And Kev, don't let Kathryn talk her way out of her punishment just because I'm gone and we've got company. She's still grounded. Back me up here, honey." ,
"Yes, dear," he murmured agreeably, turning his attention back to the paper. The other major reason that he was getting to stay home was to look after their daughter, Kathryn. It was odd to think of their third child as being the problematic one. Growing up, her older brothers Bryan and particularly William had been the ones inclined to get into mischief. Kathryn, by consequence, had always been the quiet, obedient one.
All of that had changed in the last couple years, though, particularly between Kathryn and her mother. It seemed to Kevin that a day rarely went by without one or both yelling at the other.
Kevin had his own personal theory as to why the sudden change in dynamic. When Kathryn had been very young, Sheila had dressed her up like a little doll. She was undoubtedly adorable and even won a few of those kiddy pageants.
But as Kathryn got into her pre-teens, she didn't quite lose that apple-cheeked toddler look, which gave her a bit of a plump look. Her pediatrician assured them that Kathryn was a perfectly healthy weight, but Sheila never quite bought on. Kevin could see that at some level it bothered Sheila that her daughter lacked the svelete figure of her mother. And though Sheila wasn't exactly blatant about it, Kevin could see Kathryn picked up on that subtle disapproval.
But a couple years ago, adolescence finally caught up with Kathryn in a big way. Her compact, slightly plump form expanded upwards at a significant rate. These days Kathryn was nearly on par with Sheila in bare feet and had the same slender, willowy frame and the same incredible pair of legs.
Kevin had initially thought that this would solve things. Sheila had her beautiful daughter and Kathryn could feel confident that she was as lovely as her mother. But instead it had flared into acrimony. It'd taken him awhile to figure out the new vibe: competition. Having lived in her mother's gorgeous shadow all these years, Kathryn was determined now to prove that she was now the younger, prettier female. And though he doubted Sheila would admit it, she seemed to regard her daughter as a rival.
Things had really come to a boil a few days ago. Kathryn often browsed her mother's closet for clothes (another source of irritation as to who wore what better) and apparently stumbled across Sheila's cheerleading uniform. Kathryn had strode in wearing it to show it off to her parents. Kevin had to admit that his daughter looked incredible in it. Seeing her long legs gave a similar twitch in his groin to the time he'd first seen Sheila - that hot stranger in the tight skirt across the crowded room.
Long legs aside, there was no mistaking mother and daughter in the past several months. Kathryn's growth spurt had left started with her height, but had since migrated to her chest. Sheila had a nice pair of still perky tits and initially it appeared Kathryn would match her mother in that respect as well. But Kathryn's chest had continued to expand after her height topped out. The difference between mother and daughter had been subtle at first, but with each passing month, the disparity became more apparent. Consequently, it would have taken a blind man to ignore the way Sheila's cheerleading uniform struggled to contain Kathryn's massive bosom.
Sheila immediately became furious at the sight, leading to an a particularly loud argument between mother and daughter. Kevin had gladly ducked out, but for the better part of an hour, the house had been a clash of angry voices, teary sobs, and slamming doors. The net result was that Kathryn was grounded all weekend.
Kevin didn't much like being stuck in the middle of these spats. He remembered the teary-eyed preteen who'd fretted over whether any boy would ever ask her out, so he could understand Kathryn wanting to show off now that she was as beautiful to the world as she'd always been in his heart. But even if living in the shadow of a hot mom for those awkward years had been tough, Kathryn was clearly going out of her way to piss off her mother and Kevin couldn't let that truculence slide. Just because he sympathized with her didn't mean she had free rein to ignore parental authority. He'd make sure his daughter stayed in line.
"Alright, I'm going," said Sheila. "I'll call you from the road." She leaned in to peck him on the cheek, but Kevin pulled her in for a true kiss. That lingered long enough for her to sink into his lap. Things got friskier from there.
"One for the road?" Kevin inquired with a sly grin.
Sheila giggled like a schoolgirl. "Bad enough you're hung like a horse, but you've got the libido to match." She patted the expanding bulge in his pants and sighed. "I'd like to, but I'm running late as it is. I know it's been a few days, but you'll just have to be patient a while longer. I promise to fuck you blind as soon as I get back." She gave him another quick kiss and then bade him a swift goodbye before she could change her mind.
Kevin shrugged, letting his lust cool and his cock drift off to sleep once more. He doubted his celibacy could hold out till Sheila's return, but he'd make do. Opportunities always seemed to arise. He turned back to the newspaper and flipped to the boxscores.
