Dedicated to Harddaysknight—he'll probably get it, even if no one else does.
*****
Ellen rolled over, feeling the morning sunlight on her face even though her eyes stayed closed. She snuggled up closer behind Dave, enjoying his warmth. She'd drunk quite a lot the night before—her mouth was as dry as Death Valley, and she needed to pee something fierce. But she didn't want to get up.
She slid her hand down Dave's back, and around his hip to his limp, sticky dick. Part of her wanted more, even as she felt the soreness in her pussy. God, what a night! They must have done it for two hours or more.
Finally, unwillingly, she opened her eyes and sat up, responding to the pressure in her bladder. Before she could even focus on the man in the armchair across the room, she heard his voice.
"Good morning good morning!" said Dave cheerfully. It was his own special morning greeting—he'd been doing it ever since they began living together, in their second year of college.
Startled, Ellen shook her head and blinked rapidly, trying to understand how Dave could be in two places at once. He smiled back at her from the armchair—and Ellen gasped.
She reached back frantically, poking at the sleeping body next to her. Too late, she now remembered it hadn't been her husband she'd spent the night so vigorously fucking.
"Mike," she hissed, "get up! It's Dave, he's back!"
Mike snorted sleepily—then, a moment later, started awake as though hit by a cattle prod. Whirling around, he stared fearfully into Dave's smiling face.
"Mike, hey," Dave said calmly. "Have a good night? Ellen's quite a lay, isn't she? Just like the Energizer Bunny, she keeps going and going.
"Boy, you guys look like you're half asleep. What, were you up half the night?"
Ellen clutched the bedspread around her. "Dave," she said cautiously, "you... I... thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow evening."
"That's sort of what I figured, honey." He laughed. "Hell, you wouldn't have had this fuckhead stay the night if you knew I was coming home today. Usually you're really careful about that, right?
"But as it happens, that job in Cincinnati took a lot less time than we figured. And here I am!" he said brightly.
"So, Mike," Dave continued, "haven't seen you in a while. How's your son Andy—is that software job still going well for him?"
Mike made no reply, instead watching Dave intently while trying to grab his boxers from the floor near the bed and slip into them. Ellen was still too stunned to speak.
Watching Mike, Dave laughed and said, "no sense in trying to get out of here now, Mike—you're pretty much a dead man and there's nothing you can do."
