"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck me..."
Zoe's elated screams worked even better than any alarm clock John had ever had, at least in terms of forcing his eyes open. A period of grogginess followed, nevertheless, before his mind was able to distinguish the source of the screams, taking a moment for the memories of the previous night to coalesce as he rolled over onto his side and watched Travis slam his body into Zoe's one final time, long and deep in the missionary position.
Neither of them seemed to notice John's awakening as Travis started emptying his balls into Zoe for what John was estimating to be at least the fourth time in the last twelve hours. John watched, more amused than aroused as Travis's face clinched up into a mask of ecstasy. Knowing well how Zoe felt from inside, John could only sympathize with the boy being in another world for the next few moments. Before he had even pulled out of her, Zoe, her breathing still slightly accelerated, turned her attention to John. "Good morning, sunshine," she said with a smile, "You up next?"
John had to chuckle. His morning wood would certainly be up for the job, but he couldn't help noticing Chloe's absence and, as a result, wondering if such would be a good idea. "I think Chloe should get first dibs," he said. "Any idea where she is?"
Zoe shrugged as Travis lay back down beside her, putting her between the two of them. "Got up before I did," she said. "Probably downstairs making you breakfast like a good little wife."
John shot her a look he hoped came off as "playful".
"What?" she asked. "Definitely wife material, right?"
She's not wrong...
Before he could vocalize his response, she continued. "Anyway, if she's too busy to claim her dibs, I'm here..."
Travis cleared his throat.
"...we're here," she continued with a smile," to fill in. "Once we're out of the shower. You don't mind, right?"
"Mi shower es su shower," John responded, swinging his legs off the bed. He fished a pair of boxers out of the dresser and started putting them on, conscious but unconcerned about the two sets of eyes watching him from the bed as he did so.
"Feel free to join," Travis added with a smile.
"Might be crowded, but I'll keep the invitation in mind," John replied as he headed to the door. When he looked back he found Zoe's hands already crawling all over her boyfriend's bare torso.
Wife material...
the words echoed in his head.
Descending the stairs, he found the living room, disappointingly, in much the same state as the night before: desperately in need of tidying that they had opted to push off till today in favor of a round of movies; he had not, at the time, considered that the movie night would have transitioned as it had, so smoothly, to a foursome which had continued, partners and positions switching countless times, until all the participants had eventually worn themselves out and drifted off to sleep. Even now, in the mid-morning light, it hardly seemed plausible. What he did not find was Chloe, and so he continued on to the kitchen.
There, he also did not find Chloe, although evidence of her presence was detectable. Someone had collected much if not all of the garbage in the room, mostly plastic cups, it appeared, in a large garbage bag, sitting near the trash can, clearly too large to fit. The coffee maker also showed signs of use: the pot was mostly full, and though the light showed it was no longer actively heating the coffee, a touch revealed it to still be warm. "Chloe?" he called out, but received no response.
He tried calling out a few more times, wandering back into the living room and then around the first floor, but to no avail, then headed back upstairs, where he found the bedroom empty and the shower running in the other room. Ignoring the urge to take Travis up on his earlier offer, John fished his phone out of the pocket of the pants he had left on the floor at some point in the night. It showed no messages of any interest and so, conceding that Chloe must have left the house for some reason while he and the others slept, sent her a message.
Hey, sweetheart
come back to bed?
He waited a few moments for a response, but, not receiving one, concluded that she must not have seen the message for whatever reason and proceeded to strip off the boxers and head to the bathroom to relieve himself.
No sooner had he flipped the toilet seat up than Zoe poked her head out of the shower. Her wet, black hair clung to the side of her face as she said, "Aww, you're going to use the toilet when you have a perfectly good slut's mouth for that?"
He shot her an inquisitive look.
"Come on," she said as the shower cut off behind her. A second later, she had pulled back the curtain, revealing her own as well as Travis's naked body. Travis's cock stood at attention, obviously having responded to Zoe's touch; her hand remained on its shaft even as she lowered herself to her knees in the tub.
"Hey," Travis greeted John with a smile.
"Hey," John responded, already feeling the slight tingle of his own cock starting to respond to the situation. "Mind if I borrow your girl for a second?"
"Go right ahead," Travis gestured to her. "I'd join you but I'm already empty."
"Sorry I missed that," John replied. He stepped to the edge of the shower, bringing his cock near Zoe's face, and she reached out with her free hand and grabbed it, holding her mouth open.
