I'm not sure which I'm woken by - my phone ringing or the sensuous kissing on the back of my neck. But I do know which one I prefer to pay attention to. I feel around for my phone and reject the call, snuggling back and shoving my arse against the familiar hard cock I can feel just within reach. Heaven.
The kissing moves down my spine, and I feel long licks as it reaches towards my butt cheeks. The tongue circles them for a bit, but then goes further, investigating my bottom properly. The tongue is circling my aresehole, and taking little exploratory licks to see how far I will welcome it inside me. It can relax: it's making me feel really good - dirty, sexy and generally hot. I'm not going to discourage that in any way.
But then my mind slowly gets into gear. This isn't my bed. My bed is hundreds of miles away. I'm in a hotel, ready for a business meeting tomorrow morning. And if I'm in a hotel for work, then surely - surely? - I left my husband at home. Didn't I? Added to which my husband has never expressed an interest in licking my bottom. I've never pushed him, because I'd never realised how great it felt. These thoughts are suggesting that the tongue - delightful, naughty and extremely welcome though it is - doesn't belong to my husband, and therefore shouldn't be doing what it is doing.
No, that can't be right. It's the middle of the night and I'm just not thinking properly. My husband has decided to give me a wonderful rimjob - surely the only proper reaction is to stop these stupid confused thoughts and revel in the orgasm that will appear shortly. I reach my hand down to my cunt, intending to help the process along. But I get another shock: I'm a sticky mess down there. He almost never cums in my pussy. Sometimes there's a little pre cum: he fucks me hard and often, so a little mess is inevitable. But what we both really love is that he cums on my tits or my face: that's the perfect finish to a good fuck. Sometimes he'll then lick it up and feed it to me - that's just perfection. But what I've got now is a cunt full of an awful lot of cum.
The phone rings again. This time I decide to answer it.
"Hi gorgeous." It's my husband. Somehow he's managing to both lick my arse and phone me up at the same time. Or perhaps not. The tongue doesn't stop licking.
"Hi. Sorry, you woke me up. How goes?"
"You sure I woke you up?"
"Er ..."
I'm distracted. The tongue is not only managing to talk on the phone and give me such a delightful rimjob, it's also now kissing the back of my neck again. Three things at the same time. Jesus, what did I take last night?
"It's just that Jake said that he and Mary were keeping you up late."
Oh. Oh God. All of my confusion evaporates in a second. I know instantly where I am. And whose tongues are giving me such intense pleasure.