Sunlight

                                    

                                          
The warmth from the sunlight falling on his face brought Mike out of his disconnected dream before it was over. As he pointed his toes toward the foot of the bed, stretching, he felt Anna shift behind him, their hands together on Mike's stomach, and place a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.
                          
No, not right now, was Mike's first thought on his first morning home. It was apparent that Anna had other ideas in mind, though, the way she disentangled her hand from Mike's and slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, kissing his shoulder as she stroked the sensitive skin lightly.
                          
"I missed you, Mike," she said, "I'm so glad you're home."
                          
He knew what all of the appropriate responses would be, and he knew he should make them sound as heartfelt as possible. He wasn't an asshole, and Mike knew that his wife certainly deserved better than a husband who was screwing his best friend. The guilt was consuming, and the worst part of it was that he felt like he was betraying Chester when he sleepily replied, "honey, I missed you too." There, that wasn't so bad. I didn't lie and say I was glad to be home.
                          
The light kisses continued on his shoulder and neck and Mike opened his eyes, looking at the warm spot the beam of sun was creating on the bed, the empty place in front of him where Chester had been the previous morning, breathing on his face. A pang of longing hit his gut as he thought about the way his legs had tangled under the sheets with Chester's, the good morning kisses he'd trailed down Chester's neck and chest, the way he'd pressed Chester against the wall after breakfast, and he grew hard while he was lost in the memories.
                          
Lazy morning sex had always been Mike's favorite, and he knew there was really no way around it this morning, after being gone for two months, and with his wife both willing and initiating things. He pressed his lips together in a thin line to prevent the sigh he felt from escaping, and tried, really, really tried, to get Chester out of his head.
                          
"I couldn't stop thinking about you."
                          
Mike wanted to shake his head, shake away Chester's voice on the phone last night, admitting he'd done exactly what Mike was about to do-- make love to his wife, while thinking about his lover. This is fucked up, Mike thought desperately. Get out of my head, Chester, I can't do this with you there.
                          
He imagined Chester's response as clear as if he were there, whispering it into Mike's ear-- "wrong. The only way you can do this is with me here."
                          
Anna's hand had slipped inside his boxers with the confidence fourteen years of marriage had brought her, and Mike felt her smile against his shoulder when she found him already aroused, his erection firm under her slender hand without her having to do any work at all. "You really didmiss me," she giggled quietly, closing her hand around him and lightly stroking down his length.
                          
Even though Anna was the only person who had touched him this way for well over a decade, almost two, and even though it had always been enough for him, Mike suddenly felt disconnected from the action, longing for Chester's hand and the firm grip he was unafraid of using. Until the past few days, he had never given any thought to how differently Anna touched him than what he actually craved, how gentle she was compared to how he touched himself when he was alone on tour. She was tender, careful, and on the rare occasion she felt daring enough to give him a blow job, that alone was never enough to bring him off. He was just now realizing that wasn't because he didn't like coming in her mouth, but because, although it felt nice, it simply wasn't intense enough. Everything between them was comfortable, they knew what worked for them and what didn't, and they saw each other just infrequently enough to keep the flame of interest there after all these years.
                          
He felt Anna nudge a leg over his hip, wordlessly encouraging him onto his back so she could move on top of him, and then her hand was gone and she was sitting right on his dick and he could feel her heat through the tiny panties she had on. Lazy morning sex was something she had perfected over the years, and something she'd been thinking about more than usual the past several days, anxious for Mike to return home so she could feel that beautiful connection with him again. Hair falling into her face, she leaned over and kissed him, slowly pressing herself down on his hardness, and Mike shifted his hips upward, seeking relief. Everything felt soft against him and it was all he could do to not frown into the kiss, dissatisfaction blooming under his skin, everything in him crying out for Chester, and then everything yelling back to pay attention to his wife. He reached for her hips, pulling her down into him, and the intensity of the kiss leveled up a notch as he tried to push thoughts of Chester out of his mind.