It was 7.30 on a rainy Sunday morning in Wetherfield. Most of the Coronation Street residents were still in bed.
At number 7, Dev Allahan had just woken. His arm was around the shoulder of his wife Sunita, who was still fast asleep, her arm around him, snuggled in the comfort of his arms.
To ensure he had not dreamed it, Dev drew back the duvet to reveal Sunita's large brown breasts, with the almost black nipples, exposed from her pyjama top.
He traced a finger over her breast and recalled the events of the night.
He and Sunita had not made love since the explosion and tram crash that had devastated the street, and demolished their corner shop, nearly killing her, However earlier that night as he kissed her goodnight she had responded and asked Dev to make love to her.
He undid the buttons on her pyjama jacket and for the first time in weeks, kissed his wife's breast, taking the nipple between his lips and flicking it with his tongue, it became instantly erect.
Sunita eased down her silk pyjama bottoms as Dev's hand slid between her thighs, his fingers finding her wetness.
Kissing his way slowly down, he placed his lips on her large nipples and began to suck on them, flashing the tip of his tongue at the rigid flesh, reminding Sunita of what she had missed.
Reluctantly, Dev had to leave her breasts and journey downward, flicking his tongue in her belly button he continued down until his chin caught the first wisps of her pubic hair. Now Sunita was very hairy, the hair was jet black, coarse and very thick. Dev spread his saliva over the hair, his tongue lashing at it, until a little further down, he encountered the wetness again.
"Oh yes," cried Sunita as he found her most cherished and sensitive area. He was now in a very aroused state, he loved administering oral sex to his wife and had missed it so much. He carried on licking and sucking her very pronounced lips for what seemed like hours, before emerging from beneath the duvet.
Still conscious of the injuries she sustained in the accident, Dev gently lifted his body onto hers, taking most of his weight on his arms. Sunita reached down and took his hard cock in her hand and guided it ever so slowly into her.
It felt wonderful after what seemed an age since they had made love, Dev expertly sliding into her, bringing her a feeling of excitement that again they were a couple in the truest sense of the word.
Despite his desire to please his wife for as long as possible, within minutes, Dev was approaching his climax. He knew Sunita would be far from another orgasm, but he could hold back no longer and filled her with his sperm.
"Sorry darling, I just couldn't hold back" said Dev, easing himself from her body.
Sunita replied, "if you are happy, then so am I, I love you so much."
They fell asleep quickly, sleeping soundly, until Dev woke at 7.30 and gazed lovingly at his wife.
At the same moment across the street at the Webster house, Rosie Webster was sitting on the toilet, expelling a good deal of last nights booze from her bladder.
"God, how much did I put away last night," she thought to herself, "I feel like shit."
She and boyfriend Jason Grimshaw, had been clubbing in Manchester and had quite a bit to drink.
In the taxi on the way home, they had begun kissing, then Jason had his hands all over her breasts, barely contained by the plunging neckline of her dress. Then his hand slipped beneath her oh so short skirt, pulled aside the flimsy material of her thong, and finger fucked her all the way back to Wetherfield.
Unknown to his passengers, the taxi driver had a tiny video camera trained on the back seat of the cab. He thought, "this will be a good one for the boys to watch in the office, waiting for fares," he had quite a collection.
Standing rather unsteadily, she splashed some water on her face and walked naked back to her bedroom.
In her bed, Jason was still fast asleep, snoring lowly. Rosie looked at him and although feeling really hung over, also felt extremely horny. Jason was to drunk to fuck last night and she was ready now.
Pulling back the duvet, Rosie gazed at her boyfriends body. Jason was a builder and in very good shape. His father was black, so his mixed race gave him a darker skin, then between his legs was Rosie's favourite bit, his cock was large, just as she liked them. It also seemed darker than the rest of him, giving a mysterious look, that she found ever so sexy.
Bending over him, she took the limp flesh in her hand and started to stroke gently. Placing a kiss on the tip, she gazed up to see Jason still fast asleep.
"Come on lover, get some blood coursing into this, so Rosie can have some fun."
Taking the cock into her mouth, she began to suck on it, until she felt the first response as slowly but surely the flesh began to swell as Jason aroused from his slumbers.
