Living on a smallholding in the quiet Devon countryside, my wife and I rarely got visitors, so I was surprised when arriving home one night I found a young man sitting in one of my dressing gowns in front of the fire.
My wife took me to the side and explained he (Dan) had ran out of fuel and had tried walking a shortcut across the fields. He had been walking for hours and had got lost, until wet and cold he stumbled upon our place.
She had let him have a shower and was washing his clothes. She also informed me she had "given him something to help him sleep" and had made the spare room up.
"What do you mean you gave him something to sleep?" I inquired.
She explained you had given him two of my sleeping tablets.
"Two" I said, this being a little bad as one was enough to knock out a horse, still I've taken a couple before and I knew he would be okay.
It wasn't long before Dan was nodding off so my wife showed him to his room and returned.
An hour or so passed and my wife told me she was off for a shower, this being a normal nightly thing I said okay and returned to the telly.
A while passed and I thought I'd pop up to see if she wanted anything, and there to my surprise I found her in the spare room, sitting next to a fast asleep Dan, wearing a towel with one hand inside of it and the other hand holding up the duvet while looking at his cock.
I coughed quietly and she jumped up with a start, apologising to me and trying to run out of the room.
I stopped her as she reached the door and grabbed her by the towel. I ripped it open and threw it to the floor leaving her standing there naked, reaching down I pushed a finger between her legs to find her wetter than I had felt in years.