I woke up on Saturday morning to the sounds of the kitchen. I took a minute to reorient myself and remember why I was on the pull-out couch. When I rolled over and opened my eyes, everything flooded back as I saw my wife's friend Amelié making coffee, wearing a long T-shirt and no pants.
Amelié had taken a vacation to visit us, and we had forgotten about our upcoming guest when I had scheduled my vasectomy. I was now committed to a prank I had tried to pull on my gullible wife Julia that left me "taking it easy" downstairs on the couch "at my doctor's orders," while Amelié shared my bed with Julia.
We lived in half of an odd luxury duplex. Our unit was tall but narrow, effectively two-stories but entirely open concept. You entered through the living room (temporarily my bed), continued through a galley kitchen, until you reached the bathroom, which was the only part of the unit fully enclosed by a sliding door. Turning around to look back at the living room, you'd find a short set of stairs to a loft, which is where we had situated our king mattress, behind a safety railing.
From my place on the couch, I watched Amelié puttering around our small kitchen. The early morning sunlight poured through a window, focused like a spotlight on a stage where Amelié's long toned legs were the star of the show. Julia was cute and I loved her, but her friend Amelié was undeniably hot. I speculated on whether Amelié's current attire was exactly what she'd worn to bed, or less than she'd worn to bed... or more...
My morning wood was developing into a firmer erection, when Julia made her way downstairs from the loft above me. Julia was dressed similarly to her friend - I knew this was more than Julia usually wore to bed, but a respectful conservative choice, given the guest we had. When she reached the kitchen, she tipped her head downward to accept Amelié's greeting of a kiss on the cheek.
"I made a pot of coffee," Amelié indicated. "I'm gonna take a shower before breakfast though, if you don't mind."
"Go right ahead," Julia nodded toward the bathroom. "Clean towels are in the cabinet closest to the window."
Amelié kissed Julia's other cheek in farewell, and then skipped off to the bathroom, sliding the door shut behind herself.
Julia poured two cups of coffee and then came to sit on the foot of my pull-out couch. I took one mug from her and blew on it softly.
"Good morning, honey," Julia began. "How'd you sleep?"
"As well as I could," I answered. "A bit of pain you know, but I'm used to this pull-out. How was your night?"
"Oh, it was good," Julia responded. "I haven't seen Amelié in years. I hope we didn't keep you up with all our gabbing about the old days and gossiping about our other old friends." I nodded and dismissed her fears of having kept me up. "How's your penis?" she asked with concern.
Now was my opportunity. "Oh, well, it's fine. It's not sore, but I think it needs its daily treatment soon." I rolled onto my back, so Julia could clearly see the tent in the blanket.
Julia gasped and blushed, as she covered her mouth. "Oh, honey. I promise I'll help you take care of that. It's just going to be hard with Amelié here. Maybe I can send her out for a few minutes."
"I'm sure she'd understand. You two seem close, like there's no secrets and you won't have to beat around the bush. She knows what we're dealing with."
