AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains descriptions of fictional characters engaging in extramarital and unprotected sex. If this is not your cup of tea, feel free to move on.
This is the last chapter of the "Five Nights" series. To those of you who read them all the way through, thanks you, and I hope you have enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Thanks for voting, and for the appreciative comments!
THE MORNING AFTER
I woke slowly the next morning to the sound of light rain at the window. Because of the cloudy sky I couldn't really tell what time it was. I turned and saw Sue was gone, and I wondered how late it might be, and then instantly wondered how to tell her what I had done last night. Unlike all the other mornings this week, the 'no talking' rule was now officially ended; I knew that she would find out. I wanted to know what she did on Mike's night, when I wasn't there, so I was pretty sure she'd want to know what I did.
What would she think of me?
I thought about Marybeth's discussion of society's judgment of sexuality while showering. It was true; if a woman who has sex with men one day does it with a woman, society thinks she's open-minded. If a guy who's straight sucks another guy's dick, he's gay. Not everyone, of course, but certainly the uptight, 'normal' majority. I didn't think I was gay. What would Sue think when she found out I that I had sucked Mike's dick? More importantly, when she heard I enjoyed it? That I swallowed his cum?
Remembering, I told myself it wasn't unpleasant. But the memory betrayed me as I was drying myself and felt my dick swelling and rising. Okay, it was kind of hot, but I wasn't giving up pussy anytime soon, and while I wasn't eager to do it again, I couldn't say that I wouldn't, if the opportunity arose. I dressed quickly, convinced I should tell her myself, before she heard it from Mike or Marybeth.
As I came down the stairs I heard voices in the kitchen, both female, and hoped that the cat wasn't out of the bag already. I turned into the doorway to see Sue and Marybeth sitting at the table, talking, with coffee and muffins. They turned to look at me, and we exchanged 'good morning's as I kissed Sue, then Marybeth, and took a seat across from them. They were silent, but grinning a little, like little girls. I took a muffin.
"What?" I asked expectantly.
Marybeth smirked and asked, "Would you like some coffee, cocksucker?" and they both snickered.
I guess I was too late.
"Okay, let's get it all out, go ahead," I encouraged them.
"Oh, we're only teasing, Jason." Sue said, smiling, and reached to me, putting her hand on my arm. Then she grinned. "But seriously, you're not going gay on me, are you?"
I laughed with them, I had to. "I might," I joked, "I enjoyed it, and we can talk about sports and do guy stuff after he cums in my mouth." I stuck out my tongue at her. Real mature, but they laughed. "So I guess Marybeth told you all about it?"
"Yeah, I got up early, and we went into town for the muffins, and she told me what she got you to do."
"Hey, fair's fair," I said, trying to sound nonchalant now. "Some idiot wanted a 'no saying no' rule, and Miss Control took full advantage of it." I grinned at Marybeth. "And today I guess she needed to control the information, too!"
"You got that right," she said, smiling broadly, proud of herself.
Sue's hand squeezed my arm. "I'm sorry I missed it, it sounded hot!"
I leaned to her, and kissed her, more than a good morning kiss this time, and she returned it with some light tongue, just the tip, dancing lightly at my lips. I tasted coffee. I pulled away as Marybeth set a mug of coffee in front of me.
"Where's my kiss?" she asked, and leaned down to give me a slightly romantic, more-than-friends kiss on the lips, brushing my lips with her tongue. She turned to Sue. "He feels a little different, don't you think?"
"Very funny. And yours feel like they enjoy pussy," I chided.
"Ha ha," she exaggerated, then added, "but they do, make no mistake," she smirked, sitting. "Especially shaved, married friend pussy!" I put up my hand, and she girl-fived me, just a finger touching.
"You know, Marybeth," I said, more seriously, "this has been a hell of a week, and we have you to thank for it." I raised my coffee in mock salute.
"Well, we all participated," she replied, lowering her eyes slightly.
"No, he's right," Sue chimed in, "if not for you, we wouldn't have done this. Hell, we might have never known we wanted to!" She raised her mug. "It's empty, but here's to you. Thanks for inspiring us."
Marybeth stood and made a slight bow at the waist. "You are all very welcome," she said, "I'm glad it all turned out so well, better than I could've imagined. And believe me, it was my pleasure, too!" She looked at us for a second. "We should have a real toast, though, to friends and lovers."
"It's a little early to start drinking, no?"
"Something light, I thought. How about mimosas?" We thought that was a great idea, and Sue got up to fetch the champagne. We chatted as we made them, then moved to the den to relax. I heard the shower running and mentioned it as I settled into the big chair.
"Shouldn't we wait for Mike?" I asked, as Sue sat on my lap, and Marybeth stretched out on the loveseat.
"He can catch up," she quipped, raising her glass. "To friends, and spouses, and lovers," she announced, and we agreed, and sipped. They drinks were perfect late morning cocktails.
"To fantasies fulfilled," I added, and we sipped again as the girls agreed.
Sue squirmed off my lap to stand, almost spilling, but catching a drip, and licking it off her fingers, giggling. She raised her glass. "To new horizons, broader perspectives, and surprising ourselves." She sipped, then added, "and mostly, to you, Marybeth, for opening the door."
"Open doors," I agreed, "and minds. And legs!"
"And mouths!" Marybeth added, grinning. We got a chuckle, and Sue settled back down in my lap, her legs hanging over the arm of the chair, snuggling her shoulder into my chest. She looked out the window at the overcast and drizzle. "No beach today," she mused, "nothing to do but sit inside and drink."
"And remember," I added. "Speaking of remembering, since you already know what I did on your night off, how was your night without me?"
"Fucking fabulous," Marybeth offered. "She was incredible."
I snaked an arm around my wife's waist, pulled her closer. "Tell me. I saw you in bed, asleep, when I came home. It looked like you had fun." She looked up, kissed me on the nose. "That's when I saw your pussy was shaved."
"Marybeth did it for me. Mike told her to," she said softly. "He made her do it on the bed, while he watched."
"Sounds hot," I told her.
"She got so wet, the whore."
"Who are you calling a whore, slut?" Sue laughed, "You fingered me."
"That's right, you married slut," she teased with a grin, "I fingered you till you came for us, and then I shoved my fingers in your mouth."
Sue blushed a little. "That was my first orgasm that night. My first of the week!"
"How many did you have?" I asked.
She never hesitated. "I have no idea. A lot. I didn't count." She snuggled closer, then sat up. "She fingered my ass, too, only it was Mike's night, and he didn't tell her to do it yet."
"Sounds like fun," we heard from the hallway. "I think I remember that." Mike was there, dressed and grinning, hair still wet. "It feels like ages ago already!" he stepped in and kissed Marybeth, and she sat up to make room for him on the loveseat. "Drinking already?" he asked, spying the pitcher of Mimosas.
"We're celebrating," she told him. "It's rainy, so there's no reason to go out. And for your information, it's pretty late already."
"Late for you. You couldn't sleep in if you tried."
"I had company this morning." She motioned to Sue. "Sue and I went out for muffins and OJ early."
Mike looked at me. I felt a flash of embarrassment when our eyes met, but it passed quickly. "When did you get up?"
"I came down about a half hour ago. Get some breakfast, I'll pour you a cocktail. How are you feeling?"
He made an exaggerated motion of walking stiffly, grimacing. "Oh, not too bad," he laughed and straightened up. "You?"
I grinned. "My jaw's a little stiff," I joked. Sue slapped my shoulder and laughed. I kissed her, then asked, "Do you know where these lips have been?"
"Everyplace mine were!" That got a smile out of me, and I kissed her again.
"Hey, get a room, you two," Marybeth called from the loveseat. "Haven't you had enough?"
Me, I was getting a little stiffie, but it was Sue who answered, "Not nearly!"