(_Author's Note: Bringing this again in line with the other branch, so it is derived from that, although it takes place elsewhere. _)
Lucy had thought she might go out and buy new clothes, but discovering how comfortable all of Robert's pants were, she decided to postpone it. She wasn't in the mood for retail therapy. She actually decided to go onto her computer. It wouldn't be a bad time to look through Robert's files. If this did end up in divorce, she should know the state of his assets. It wasn't like she didn't know his passwords. The man was incredibly lacking in creativity in that regard.
When she emerged to get a sandwich, she heard the sound of the TV coming from the guest room, and the sound of a vacuum cleaner from somewhere else, but didn't pay much attention. She didn't particularly want to see anyone.
Elsewhere, Laura and Simon were working on the rec-room together. While only one of them was handy, they were painting the wall, something Simon had taught his wife to do.
"We're almost done, hun,” Laura said sweetly, "And the kids won't be home for a few hours..." she added with a wink. Simon nodded, and nervously shifted his gaze away from her, focusing on his brushwork.
“Simon, what’s wrong?” She asked. Simon sighed deeply and looked up at her.
“Laur, I’ve been thinking about what happened last night…” he began.
“Me too” his wife purred, feeling a twitch in her groin at the thought of her new organ into a moist waiting pussy.
“Can I finish?” Simon continued “I don’t think we should do it again. It just feels…wrong somehow” he added, dropping his gaze again.
“Wrong how?” Laura asked walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder. Surprisingly to her he seems to flinch and move away slightly.
“Please, I don’t want to talk about it” he said quietly.
“But Si…”
“I said no Mrs G…” Simon said.
"But...can't we talk about this...?"
"I just...I need some time alone," Simon said, hurrying out of the room.
Laura looked after him, confused, but decided it would probably be better to let him have his alone time. She focused on painting the wall. At least that made sense, when nothing else today did.
After she finished, she headed upstairs to the bedroom, and stripped out of the old clothes she'd been painting in, and went to get cleaned up.
