An alarm went off particularly close to my head, and it took me a minute to get oriented. Part of my confusion came from the fact that the sound wasn't my usual alarm - it was my wife's. The other thing I noticed was that it was exceptionally warm on this pull-out couch. I opened my eyes to find my face buried in a mess of brown hair, which was odd because I'd been sleeping alone since my surgery - even stranger was that the hair was curly. My right arm was wrapped around her torso and my hand had found her boob in my sleep. I squeezed it appreciatively and idly noticed it seemed bigger than I remembered.
My eyes shot open when I felt a body shift behind me, and with my senses now heightened with anxiety, I recognized my wife's distinctive footsteps walking away from the bed and toward the bathroom. It was another few seconds before I conquered my fear enough to move, and only then did I realize my hand was still gripping Amelié's chest through her shirt. I let go abruptly.
The TV was still on, but nothing was playing. We must have all fallen asleep on the couch together after dinner. Nothing sexual had happened, but I felt a little guilty about groping Amelié. I probably owed her and my wife both an apology, but then again, I don't think they noticed anymore than I had in their sleep.
Julia returned from the bathroom quickly and noticed my morning wood. "Wow, hon," she observed with a whisper. "Seems harder than usual. Unfortunately, I've gotta get going to work. Save that for me for later, okay?" She brought me a cup of coffee and my work laptop. "Are you gonna be alright today? If you need anything, I'm sure Amelié would be happy to help."
At this point, I thought it was fair to wonder what exactly Amelié would be happy to help with.
I assured Julia that I'd be fine and that I'd take it easy today. She smiled approvingly, got dressed, packed a lunch, and left for the day with a quick kiss on the lips goodbye.
I turned to appraise the short, brunette French girl, still sleeping next to me on the pull-out couch. What was going on with my wife's friend? What was I supposed to do with her all day? I could tell she was not as gullible as Julia, and I was sure she had caught on to my ploy. I shrugged and resigned myself to another day of confusion.
***
I had been working for a couple hours when Amelié stirred. I didn't have much to do today, so it was easy to close my laptop and greet Amelié.
"Good morning," I said casually.
She raised her arms above her head and thrust her chest forward as she stretched, her nipples straining against the thin fabric. "-njour," she mumbled, the first half lost in a yawn.
"How'd you sleep? Not a bad sofa bed, huh?" I asked.
"Hmm, I slept pretty well. Not as well as you though, judging by how you were cuddled up to me this morning." Amelié smirked at me.
"Agh, um, sorry about that," I apologized sheepishly.
Amelié waved me off. "My fault for falling asleep down here. If I didn't want my boobs groped and my ass poked, I shouldn't have slept with another woman's husband."
I choked a bit, and Amelié laughed at me.
"I suppose said woman has left for the day?" Amelié inquired. I nodded affirmatively. "I'm gonna make an omelet," she declared. "You want one?"
"Actually, could we talk for a minute first?" It wasn't really a question.
Amelié paused halfway up from the couch, turned to look at me with her big brown eyes, and acquiesced. She settled back down, now turned 90 degrees to rest her back against the armrest, and afforded me quite the view of her long slender legs.
"Ok, let's talk," she scrutinized me. "Your supposed doctor's orders to be waited on hand and foot and get sucked off daily: that's all bullshit, right?"
I was taken aback by how she got right to the point. "It was more like a prank. I wanted to see how long I could get away with it. You know how gullible Julia is..."
"She's always been that way," Amelié agreed.
"My turn. Why'd you extend your trip? Not that I don't want you here, but you were originally only planning to stay for the long weekend, right?"
Amelié seemed to consider the question for a moment. "I wanted to see how this played out," she finally answered. "I wanted to see how long you could get away with it."
"Is that all you wanted?" I pressed.
"Well, I'll admit I wanted to see how much Julia would do. I've been pushing her to get more sexually adventurous for years. She's too hot to be so vanilla."
"Is that all you wanted?" I pressed again.