Slowly coming to in our bed, it's still dark. I can feel the heating is on so it must be after 6.
Laying on my left side, right arm over johns chest. For a brief second panic fills me as I realise I'm being hugged... someone behind...spooning me.
The shocking feeling evaporating almost as soon as it appears, sighing with relief, 'silly cow'...the inner voice mocks.
In my half conscious state I had forgotten I was sharing a bed with not just my hubby.
The memory of last nights debauchery, comes flooding inward...
Slowly becoming more aware of my surroundings, both men are still asleep.
Dave is pressed up against me, arm around my middle...and...he has a hard on.
I can feel it pressing into my bum.
I've known john be like that many times, asleep and hard as rock.
Often I will go down on him when he's in that state, wake him up, in the nicest possible way.
However, I'm not feeling sexy at that moment, my head feels like it's going to fall off... mouth dry...and...the rest.
I had too much to drink.
Hangovers...I hate them.
Beginning to move, I don't want to wake dave but I desperately need a wee.
Using most of my strength, struggling onto my back and gently pushing dave away as I do so.
He stirs a little, mutters something unintelligible then rolls over onto his other side...I feel his skin peel away from mine as he does so.
Apparently we were stuck together!
And that's not all, rolling onto my back my upper thigh peels away from the bed cover as I move...my lower half is a mess.
Laying there for a brief moment, marvelling at how much my head hurts... suddenly beginning to frown at a new sensation... something in my mouth.
Pushing it out with my tongue then grasping it with thumb and forefinger...a long curly hair...pubic hair.
Pulling it out gingerly, I begin to get up, cringing at the increase in pain as I become vertical.
"Oh...shit," whispering to myself while holding my head...oh...what a night.
Getting up off the bed takes some effort, glancing at the clock as I go past heading for the bedroom door...7.15.
Good, not too early not too late.
Last thing we want now is chris to come home early.
Getting into the bathroom I sit down on the toilet and let go a big stream of pee...hissing away in the toilet basin.
Finishing up, blotting, then standing, hesitating for a second with my hand on the light pull cord...this is going to hurt but I must know what I look like.
Pulling down with my eyes closed initially, wincing at the brightness on my eyelids, slowly opening them and blinking at my reflection in the cabinet mirror.
I won't go into detail about how I looked but, dragged through a hedge backwards would be an accurate description.
Gazing down at my lower half, I'm covered in dried spunk.
It's in my hair too, the taste of it still in my mouth.
Turning out the light and heading back to the bedroom I'm taken aback by the smell upon entering...you know when you've gotten used to a smell over a period of time? But then leave that room for a little while and return?
Well, I'll just say this... spending a night with two big sweaty men does have its down points!
I quickly go through my draws and find clothes, just casual for around the house, then make a hasty exit back out to the bathroom.
There I shower, washing all the evidence of my night of indulgence away.
Afterwards I brush my teeth...oh that feels better.
Amazing how just getting clean can make you feel.
Getting dressed into jeans and jumper and leaving the bathroom I'm surprised to find dave just coming out our bedroom, he's got dressed and says, "Hi" quietly, pulling the bedroom door to, informing me in the same quiet tone that john is still asleep.
"Hi", repeating his greeting with a warm smile, "Would you like to come down to the kitchen for a brew?"
Dave smiles back, "Ooh yes please that sounds good."
He follows me back down stairs and sits at the kitchen table while I put the kettle on.
We chat easily, comfortable within each others company. Dave acts a little shy, he tells me he's still in shock about what has happened to him and then goes on to apologies about his behaviour the previous night... towards me.
"I've never...you know...hit a woman before...never mind that hard...I...I was brought up to respect women...not treat them like...well..."
He trails off, going red and looking guilty.
With the tea now brewing in the pot, I join him at the table.
Then I begin explaining a little about myself and john, telling him first that he need not apologise as I had enjoyed...being spanked.
"What we do in the bedroom...is our little game...and it stays in the bedroom," dave listens as I pour us a drink.
He looks thoughtful for a moment then, rather hesitantly says, "John...he's a bit...well... aggressive with you isn't he?...I mean...rough...and those things he calls you?...I was a bit surprised at that."
Dave gives out a little nervous laugh, looking more shy than ever.
My reply is truthful and to the point.
"It's alright love really...we know what we're doing...and it's not like that all the time just when I'm in the mood...he knows...I give off signals that he is very sensitive to...it's done without thinking... subconscious...that's it...he just knows when I...want it like that"
It's true, we don't need to communicate, it's a silent understanding.
I continue, feeling the need to put our concerned friend at ease, "John is very respectful of me...he's normally a very gentle considerate man...and...he would never lay a finger on me in anger...don't worry about that..."
Taking a sip of tea before going on, "...if he did...he knows he'd get a kick in the nuts."
As I say this I grin cruelly at dave, who smiles back, breaking out into a chuckle.
