The morning alarm was too early. David's arm flew out from under the covers and smashed the oversized snooze button shaking the nightstand and threatening to topple a water glass.
"Noo... tired..." David moans.
Emily slides across the bed wrapping her still naked body around him. "mm... you stay here... warm boy" she says sleepily, nuzzling.
They had stayed up much too late playing and now David had to face the day and go to work. He was jealous that Emily, a full time writer, could lounge in bed a bit longer. Her naked body pressed against him did not make getting up easier.
"I gotta go" he sighs. He was already running late; this was the third snooze. "But you feel so good..." he said, lingering.
"mm hmm. so do you." Emily's voice was muffled by the covers as she wiggled against him. "I had naughty dreams. You have to fix me before you go." Emily said, poking her head out and making a pouty face. Last night's flirtations with Alex combined with her and David's playtime resulted in strange dreams where she was sandwiched between the two men, each of them pleasuring her in different ways: David sensual and loving, Alex hungry and demanding.
"I'd love to stay here all day but college kids only wait 10 minutes before they drift out." David said, valiantly attempting to disentangle himself from his wife.
"jussa lil one" Emily said playfully climbing onto him, her legs straddling his hips, her wetness pressed against his morning erection.
"Oh God..." he groaned "I'm gonna get fired..." He reaches between them, guiding himself into her, letting her sink down onto him.
"Ohhh... that's better..." Emily purrs as he fills her up, her hips rocking against him. "You should cancel class and fuck me all day."
"Bad girl." His body moves in time with her hips.
"You said you like it when I'm bad," she teases, kissing him.
"Yes... very very much" David groans. "But I have to pretend that I'm a responsible grownup." His hands hold her hips as she grinds against him.
"Fuck your responsibilities" she breathes. "You can blame it on me."
"Okay, naughty girl. Quick one now, extended remix when I get home." David wraps his arms around her, holding her against him as she undulates.
"Promise?" she pants in his ear. "whips and chains and circus clowns?"
"All of it..." David grunts, his hips rise to meet her.
"so many clowns..." Emily moans.
"Ugh. I'm gonna get a hard on every time I watch 'It.'" he complains.
"Goody," she says, nibbling his ear and riding him faster.
Their movements become increasingly frantic until David finally releases with a shout triggering Emily's orgasm. She hugs him tightly, her muscles milking him as the climax peaks. She relaxes as it ebbs, letting it pass before sighing contentedly and rolling off. "Okay, I'm done with you." she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Go teach the children."
"Love you too!" He kisses her and climbs out of bed to head to the shower.
Emily giggles and snuggles back under the covers to doze while listening to the sounds of David's preparations.
His morning ablutions finished and fully dressed, David leans over the bed to kiss Emily goodbye. "I'm leaving, sweet girl."
"Buh bye... love you." she replies sleepily, kissing him before burrowing back into the bed clothes.
The front door clicks shut and the house is quiet. Emily dozes lightly, the morning sunlight casting a pink hue over the room. Her mind drifts to the previous evening's events. In the light of day, she finds last night's cries of passion embarrassing. "Alex! I'm yours! Do whatever you want to me." The words echo in her mind. Did she really say that out loud to her husband? Not to mention shamelessly flirting with Alex in front of both David and Lisa at the bar.
Amazingly, David was actually turned on by the whole thing. And she had to admit that she enjoyed feeling a little bit dirty and deeply desired. She also came harder than she had in a long time.
But David was right. Alex was certain to have the impression that she was available and, while the thought makes her tingle, she needs to close that door before things get out of hand. The sooner the better. She yawns and stretches, the covers sliding off of her upper body as she sits up in bed, hair still tousled. Dealing with Alex can wait until after a shower and some coffee.
As if on cue her phone buzzes. "What did David forget..." she mutters picking it up. Alex's name in the notification bubble causes a renewed jolt of arousal, guilt, excitement and shame to compete for her attention.
The message reads, "are you alone? would love to talk."
She quickly texts back. "yea, david just left. gimme a few minutes to wake up, k?"
"sure thing, Em. thanks" came the reply.
"Guess we're doing this now." she says, reluctantly climbing out of bed. She heads to the kitchen and pours a cup of coffee. "After a shower" she mumbles, downing a few gulps of coffee and padding towards the bathroom.
The hot water runs over her body washing away the lingering smell of sex and sweat but not her anxiety over the pending conversation with Alex. "Best to get it out of the way early," she thinks. Out of the shower, she quickly dries off, slips into her bathrobe and heads to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she picks up her phone to message Alex.
"Hey Alex. What's up?" she types, playing it cool.
The response comes quickly. "hey em. can't stop thinking about last night."
She takes a deep breath and types a message back. "Yea... it was fun to see you guys. Drank too much though..." She finishes with a blush emoji.
"yea, me too. I feel like I might have crossed the line. u ok?"
Her cheeks burn as she reads his words, the memory of his whispers and touches coming back to her in a rush. She shakes it off and replies. "yea, I'm ok, thanks. just feel a little silly... all good though"
There's a long pause before he answers. "can I stop by? wanna make sure we're ok."
Her heart races as her fingers hover over the keyboard, frozen in indecision. Her rational mind is screaming, "Oh, that is a HORRIBLE idea!" But her body remembers how good he felt while they danced. Her body remembers that David was turned on watching her flirt. Her body remembers the explosive role-play and how hard she came thinking about Alex.
Her fingers move. "Sure, whenever." she types and quickly hits send before common sense can intervene.
"on my way," comes the response, spurring her into action.
