The Alarm Clock -- Third Time's the Charm
Copyright (c) 2020 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.
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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental. All characters mentioned herein that participate in sexual activities are adults (18 years of age or older).
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I was still a little groggy from the wine we had with dinner and then after dinner so I didn't identify the sound right away. Finally, my brain recognized it as an alarm clock, but where was it?
I got up and stumbled across the hotel room to the nightstand on the other side of the bed.
There it was. Now where is the shut off? It is dark as fuck in here and I have no idea how to turn this devilish machine off.
I turn on the light and pick up the infernal device and start punching buttons. Third time's the charm. It shut the fuck up. I finally looked at it and swore profusely. Who the fuck leaves a goddamn hotel alarm clock set for 5:21am?
Now, being in a hotel isn't usually a big deal, but with the current pandemic going on, we hadn't been anywhere in months. My former co-worker Bob had called up and said they were having a few friends over to burn some burgers on Saturday and invited us up. He promised that everybody that was coming had been locked down since March just like us. Since it was a five hour drive, we got a hotel for the night before and the night after and it felt like we were being so naughty.
I finally put the alarm clock down and looked over at my sleeping wife. 'My god,' I thought, 'she could sleep though a riot, a fire bombing, the zombie apocalypse, World War III, the end of the world or any number of other calamities.' I was insanely jealous.
And I was also insanely horny. My pecker was standing straight out as I looked at my beautiful wife. She had put that silky blue night gown on that hugged her in all the right places. During the night, she had thrown off the covers and one of her perfect boobs had popped out for me to stare at.
I was absent mindedly stroking myself as my gaze wandered down to where her legs were bent. The top leg was out at a forty five degree angle and the nightgown had ridden up giving me a perfect view of her womanhood peeking out.