He felt his balls tighten as he slapped into her; her whimpers grew louder and uncontrollable; she writhed against him as he slapped faster and faster, and suddenly his cock was jerking unbelievably fast, each stroke deep to the hilt into her as his load of come filled her up with cream; she felt it gush hot and wet deep inside, making his cock slide even faster and smoother, pushing her over the edge; she gave it up and jerked in orgasm, with gutteral moans, his cock still sliding in and in and in and a distant woman's voice was speaking words he couldn't understand but then a man's voice said more clearly, "It's normal, it happens to all of us," and as he heard those words he became aware that his pajamas were soaked through with come and he vaguely smelled the dust of the couch and the thin covers and the throw pillow without a pillowcase. He lay still, and couldn't help humping a little to still his throbbing cock, but since he lay facing the door, he could see the morning light through his eyelashes, and he opened his eyes slightly, imperceptibly, to see the silhouettes of two figures in the doorway, a man and a woman--it came back to him where he was--it was his friend's sister and her husband in the doorway watching him. He opened his eyes a tiny bit more to see them more clearly, because they showed no signs of leaving. He tried to quiet his own embarrassment at being seen humping the couch in the middle of a wet dream.
His friend's sister was not taking her eyes off his ass, which had now calmed down, and she quietly repeated to her husband in a low husky voice, "Are you sure he's okay?" and her husband said, "Claire, really, all boys do it and sometimes men, it's a dream state, we get aroused in dreams, especially in the morning. Come on, let's have coffee and leave him alone before he wakes up," and he pulled on her shoulder to make her follow him into the kitchen.
She followed him, but not without staring back at the young man on the couch until she stepped out of sight.
Jack reached down to feel his soaking pajamas, and quickly tried to figure out how to clean himself up. He wiped what he could clean with a handkerchief, got up, went into the bathroom and ran the shower.
When he showed up, clean and dressed, for breakfast, he tried deliberately to breathe steadily and pretend he knew nothing about Claire and Robert watching him from the doorway. He wondered if he should tell one of them that he had got their couch a little wet through the sheet but dismissed the idea.
"Ah, there you are!" said Claire brightly. "What will you have? Coffee? Eggs? Cereal? What do you like?"
"Oh, anything, really, whatever's easiest," said Jack.
"Fix him some eggs and bacon, hon," said Robert. "He must be famished."
"I'll make eggs and sausage, how would that be?" said Claire.
"Well, fine, great, sounds good," said Jack.
Claire set about fixing the breakfast for Jack, as he joined Robert at the table.
"Sleep well?" asked Robert.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, very comfortable couch, thanks. I really appreciate you guys putting me up. I guess I'll be heading out soon. I don't want to trouble you."
"Ah, no problems at all," said Robert. "Stay and see the wine festival today--free tastes! Maybe Claire can take you over. And you're welcome to stay longer. Any friend of Pierre's is a friend of ours!"
Claire brought Jack's breakfast to the table. She seemed to breathe deeply through her nose as she set it in front of him, leaning close on his left side. Jack could smell the citrus shampoo in her loose blonde hair. Her tight red dress was like a robe, with a simple rope belt.
Robert stood up and gulped the last of his coffee. "Off to work. That's the way it is for men, isn't it? Just when you want to relax and visit with a friend. At least it's Friday." He strode purposefully to the coat closet to pick up his coat, as Claire sat down opposite Jack.
Robert stepped over to give his wife a peck on the lips. "Later, hon," he said, and strode out the door. "Show him the wine--pride of Dijon! Bye!"
Jack continued eating, and Claire watched in silence for a moment. "Is it good?" she asked.
"Perfect. Thanks very much, it's great."
"Oh, you need more coffee!" She jumped up to get the pot. "Do you want another sausage? There's one more on the grill." She brought it over on a plate.
"No, really, I've got enough, thanks," said Jack, as she poured him more coffee.
Claire sat down again and placed the sausage plate in front of her. She eyed him as he ate his eggs, and as he took a sip of coffee, he saw her begin to eat the sausage herself. She was watching him, and instead of biting the sausage, she let it slip partly out of her lips. Her mouth opened wider around the sausage and her tongue drew it back in before she bit a piece off to chew slowly. Jack was very turned on by this but he figured that was his active mind at work; it looked like she was not aware of what she was doing.
He felt a bit awkward in the silence, and took another sip of coffee.
"The wine festival is a big party," said Claire. "It starts at 2:00. Do you want to go?"