It had been a strange night. It seemed like the only one not affected by Frank's attack on Amy was Amy herself.
Ellen had finally got to sleep with some help from me; in this case in the form of sex.
I lingered in wakefulness for longer. Much longer. Part of it was the horror of the day's events, part worrying about the relationship issue which would flow from it and my reaction to it and no small part to my difficult to explain constant extreme arousal at Amy's presence. I soon discovered turning away from her naked resting body didn't do any good in that department, so surrendered to my desire to face her and take in the moonlit vista of her body.
That didn't make the erection go down, but it took away a sense of internal conflict and finally let me drop into an exhausted sleep; although I still woke with the dawn as I'm prone to do.
On waking, the morning glory bisecting my lower body initially seemed normal enough. Full, hard, but nothing extraordinary; well not when you have a naked and largely uncovered woman either side of you.
I lay there for a while looking at Ellen, lying on her side facing me; a hand stretched out in her sleep to touch my stomach.
But one of the reasons I find it so hard to stay in bed when I wake is my restless need to toss and turn. You'd think with a naked woman on display to me whichever way I turned that I'd be quite happy to do that. But I want them to get their full share of sleep and my restlessness is sure to wake them. It can often -- very often -- lead to sex. But this morning more than most, sleep seemed to be the priority.
As I turned towards Amy, it returned. My body was reacting to Amy's presence. Much, much more than usual.
For twenty minutes before I got up I laid there just staring at a still sleeping Amy. She was on her back, naked, with the sheets thrown off in the humid conditions. There was a calmness in the countenance of her beautiful face. A calmness that defied the events of the previous day.
And of course, below that and the sensuous curve of her neck were her breasts. Nature's wonders. Beautiful, generously proportioned olive skinned orbs at the apex of which sat the most sexually provocative mid-dark brown nipples.
Of course, there's nothing novel about that sight in my life. It's one that greets me every morning, and with Ellen on the other side of me it doesn't matter too much which way I face.
But this morning, my body received the signals of that seductive vista differently. Amy had become special; well, more special, because she's always been special. Someone to be revered and admired. And my body, as much as I tried to resist that, couldn't help but convert that into a sexual reaction. It was a sexual reaction that didn't just arouse me, but cause my cock to swell to a new level of hardness; the flesh stretched to bursting.
I slipped my fingers down to the top of my erection, seeing how many widths of them measured the distance between the top of my erection and my navel. Two. Something was different. Three was more or less the standard one since I'd taken up with the girls; and four or even sometimes five during my time with Louise before them.
The only real analogy to what seemed to be happening to me occurred when Amy was away on a one month outbound cross-country course back in 2018. It was the middle of winter (and Amy had taken herself on an Alpine Course -- you have to admire that girl, but it says a lot about the grit she has that saw her through the previous day).
At home with Liddy, the weather had been at its coldest and we were probably both not at our peak. Liddy was stressed by the business of her work in the emergency department of the local hospital and I was lacking the visual stimulation I get from both of them (and now with Ellen, three of them) during the non-winter months and missing Amy.
Not to put too fine a point on it, Liddy was taking longer to bring to a climax and my performance started to flag; as might be expected from someone my age, so I was going limp before either of us climaxed.
Nearly two weeks in, I happened to have my quarterly skin check with my doctor and had mentioned it to him; ending up coming away with a script for Viagra.
His conservative 'let's see how it goes' starting dose, proved to me more than enough. I only had to think about having sex with Liddy to grow a big, hard, skin stretching erection like I was getting now and the post ejaculation erection took forever to go down. I could give Liddy multiple orgasms using it to stimulate her clit, even after I'd had mine; although I found the post ejeculative sensitivity of my erection somewhat tortured me as I did.
Needless to say, when Amy got home, she was as randy as all hell after a month without sex. Finding out about the chemical assistance I'd been getting, she checked with Ellen how safe it was to push it a little harder and we basically spent the next two days in bed as Amy had me repeatedly fuck her arse off to make up for what she'd missed out on. For those two days I rarely had less than a three quarter boner. And when it was full, it was very full; skin stretching hard, thick and long like it was now.
After we'd satisfied her initial desires to make up for what she'd missed, she used what was left in the packet to enhance our sex for the next week. But after that, we decided that chemical assistance was best reserved for when it was really needed and Amy went out of her way to provide enhanced visual assistance to my libido.
But what I was feeling now really did feel like when Amy had dosed me up -- almost overdosed me - on Viagra.
With a sexual urge starting to creep into me, I decided it was time to get up and leave them to their sleep. I crawled out of the bed between them and stood at the foot of it, looking down at Amy as I pulled my speedos on and hooked it over my erection; my balls falling out of the stretched leg seems as I did so.
From the top, Amy's body was posed even more provocatively. Sprawled slightly legs apart, arms out to the side; had she been awake, her pose was almost invitational.
My manhood surged; enough to induce me to grab it and slide my hand satisfying up and down it a couple of times.
It was difficult to believe what such a slightly built woman had done to a man twice her weight. The police had, almost with some bemusement, slipped us information on Frank's final tally of injuries. The dislocated shoulder and compound fracture of his forearm, together with the multiple knife injuries as Amy desperately pushed the blade back against Frank and he'd finally dropped it and fallen on it, had been obvious enough. Less obvious had been the fractured skull, dislocated and cracked jaw bone and crushed testicle.
I thought it best to leave the room before temptation got the better of me. Amy would want sex soon enough. For now it was best to leave her to her sleep.
But the morning glory declined to go down or even give up its overstretched state. Not even as I ate my breakfast. I enjoy the feel of a morning erection and don't do anything to shorten its existence. Fifteen minutes is a common enough life span, even when the girls are still in bed. I'd been up for an hour and I still had this full, well hardened, morning glory erection stretching out my speedos with my balls still dangling from the stretched out leg elastic.
