The Second time - Rosie & Steve part 2 - Sex Stories

The Second time - Rosie & Steve part 2

This is part 2 of the Rosie & Steve Series. Part 1 can be found here: http://www.sexstories.com/story/63478/ It was coming up to one of those glorious long August weekends. Beatrice is three now and was spending a couple of weeks with my parents in a cottage on the coast, leaving us to our own devices and looking forward to a little quiet time to ourselves. John and Sheila, also with the weekend off, suggested that they come down to ours, spend the weekend and do some sightseeing together, I replied that it'd be a great idea, Rosie hinted to me that John may have been looking to get his wicked way with her again. In the three years since Bea's birth, John has wanted to fuck Rosie again, but he's never been given the chance. Plus, although she's open minded, Sheila would probably freak out if she knew her husband had been unfaithful with her friend. Saturday came, Sheila and John with it, so early afternoon we dropped their bag in the guest room and headed off out for lunch and a bit of shopping around town. After being dragged between clothing and shoe shops for five hours, John and myself agreed that a quiet night in with some wine and a bit of telly would be better than traipsing down to the local pub, which could get quite rowdy on a Saturday night. Although normally a party animal, Rosie's feet were throbbing, so we stopped by a supermarket, grabbed a wine box or two and something nice for dinner, and headed home. So far, nothing eventful had happened. John flirted ...

... harmlessly with both Rosie and Sheila, his wife rolling her eyes and shaking her head with some amusement at some of the things he came out with. "He's always like this when I let him out of the house." Sheila said to me quietly, "I can hear you two calling me you know?" John smirked, "She doesn't let me out that often, so I don't get to meet many members of the opposite sex", "Lucky for them!" Rosie replied, earning a harrumph from John. Over dinner, the conversation flowed naturally along with the wine. Alone in the kitchen, Rosie asked me to take it easy with the wine and to alternate it with water. Thinking I was in for a quiet shag while our guests were sleeping, I agreed, put the wine box back in the fridge and returned to the lounge. Rosie and Sheila had bought matching PJ's and wanted to model them for us. Both John and myself changed into t-shirts and jogging bottoms. Altogether, not a flattering look, but it wasn't like Vivienne Westwood was coming for supper to judge us on our attire. We decided on a game of Trivial Pursuit before the film, although we weren't sure whether to go with couples vs couples or girls vs boys, so Rosie said she'd write down our names on bits of paper and Sheila could pick one out of a hat. As luck would have it, Sheila picked out my name, although later Rosie told me she'd written my name on every piece and luck had nothing to do with it. Rosie sat with John on the settee while I sat on the armchair with Sheila sat on the floor resting against ...