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Rays of sunlight snuck past the slats of the venetian blinds; the telltale stripes cutting across our naked bodies as we lay together, uncovered on the mattress. Ann and I were spooning in my all time favorite position. The one I'd dreamed on countless lonely nights. The one I'd finally had after some four years, that first night I was with Dawn.
Now I was having that same amazing experience with Ann; and even though I was exhausted, and a little dazed that the heat from the sunlight had woken me up, I couldn't have been happier. My right hand was draped over her, resting on her left tit. My left arm bent as my hand was under my head, supporting the fluffy down pillow. My left leg was straight; my right bent, with my knee lovingly trapped between her magical thighs.
But the best part... the part that I dreamed about, and frankly, loved, was that Ann and I were still coupled together. My cock was in its normal morning state of arousal, which meant it was fully erect and hard as a rock. And it was still buried deep inside her pussy, where it was when we both drifted off almost immediately after we'd cum together following a slow, tender half-hour of lovemaking. Well, most of it was slow and tender. I smiled when I thought about the way we ended.
I lifted my head slightly, trying to see the clock up on the end table next to the couch. The table that was three feet above my head. We were sleeping on a thin mattress laid out on the floor; the one pulled off of the hide-a-bed. She'd sold her bed months before, and was using the old couch Chad and Dana had as a bed. But the springs inside the hide-a-bed were shot, and Ann said we'd never get a good night's sleep on it. She had been pulling the mattress out and laying there on the floor since the first night she'd been using it.
And Ann using the mattress on the floor kind of changed my mental image of her from all of those nights we'd been on the phone while I was talking her through some amazing orgasm, and she would often do the same for me. I always pictured her on a big, four poster bed, fucking herself with her magic dildo. It never occurred to me she was on some old, well-used couch mattress lying on the floor. Not that it mattered. That only made those now altered memories seem hotter in some odd way; like she was so desperate to cum for me she didn't care where she was. Still, I realized that one of the first things we'd be buying together after we moved to West Virginia was a new bed. One that was more deserving of her. I'd be taking mine, but it was smaller than I wanted for the two of us, more suited for a guestroom.
As I strained my neck to try and see what time it was, she moved, her lower body reacting to my cock deep inside her tender pussy. She breathed deep as she felt my shaft pulsing, raging and ready once again to bring her whatever pleasure she wanted. I felt her hand touching my balls, as if to confirm she wasn't dreaming. I put my head back on the pillow and squeezed her breast.
"Mmmm... what time is it, lover?" she cooed as I took a small stroke inside her, trying to make sure she was lubed enough that I wouldn't hurt her. I could hear the squishing sounds, as my cock easily slid out, and then back in, the stroke itself no more than an inch as the base nestled back firmly against her ass and pubic mound.
"It's almost ten," I said, happy that I was now used to the time change. A quick passing thought hit me, thinking that if I was back home, it would be close to one in the afternoon and my workday would be almost over. This was so much better than working it wasn't funny.
"I see you took my hint about fucking me whenever you want to. What a wonderful way to wake up."
"Yes, it is. It's my favorite," I said.
Her brow furrowed as she questioned my response. "How... how long have you been fucking me?" Ann asked, looking over her shoulder with a puzzled grin.
"I never stopped, babe."
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Dana was standing in the grass, looking at me like I'd just told her she had to run naked through the streets of the town she lived in. Of course, she was already naked, and I'd just reminded her that the second of the three 'dares' I'd gotten on the last card of the adult board game she had talked us into playing was going to be directed at her. For all she knew, I
was
going to make her streak around her neighborhood.
Ann was standing next to me, still stroking my hard cock. More accurately, she was stroking my still hard cock, as I'd just coated her face and hair moments before with a huge load of my sperm. Dana had been staring at Ann, and then my cock, going back and forth between those two focal points. The crazed look in her eyes made me very glad I'd insisted on the 'no fucking spouses' rule before we'd started the game.
But once I'd said to Ann that the next dare was Dana's, Dana stopped looking at my cock, and Ann's face. She was totally focused on me, staring into my eyes. I could tell by the look on her face that she'd been so engrossed in Ann and I fucking each other, including the fireworks ending, that she'd totally forgotten about the game, and the fact that I'd announced that one of the three dares would be hers.
"I'm... next?" she said, pointing at herself.
Ann laughed and said what I'd been thinking. "You forgot, didn't you?" Dana nodded, and Ann shook her head in disbelief. "I'm going to go in and check on the girls. Whatever Neil's going to have you do, I'm sure we don't want one of them waking up to see it."
"They'll be fine, Ann. You know they never wake up once they're asleep," Chad said.
"Do you really want to take that chance?" Ann asked, being practical "Let's just be safe... I'm sure you're right, but it will only take me a minute to check. I'll be right back."
She let go of my cock to walk into the house, which made it bob up and down a couple of times. Dana's eyes were drawn back to it, and Chad let out a little groan, thinking he was going to watch his wife play with my cock again. I don't think that bothered him as much as not being able to get involved himself.
"You know, Dana... if we ever
do
play this damn game again, I'll never play it the same way. I think I'd rather do a dare than be left out all night long," he said, almost pouting.
"Who said anything about you being left out?" I asked.
"You did... you said that two of the dares were for Ann, and one was for Dana."
"Right... but I didn't say what they were. And if you remember, the card said all players are in play. Which means you, buddy!" I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
"Really?" he said, getting excited.
"Yeah... really."
"So, what does that mean?" Dana asked.
"It means I have to ask you a question."
Dana took a deep breath, knowing whatever question I was going to ask her was likely to be one where she'd wished she'd taken a deep breath. So, she inhaled as a preemptive measure, and after exhaling, she said, "Okay... what would you like to ask?"
I grinned, trying to appear charming, and said, "I was just wondering... have you ever been involved in a threesome?"
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The sun felt good on my skin, even though it had woken me up sooner than my body was ready for. I'd only been in California a couple of days, but I knew I'd finally adjusted to the time difference. I wasn't tired from the travel any longer... I was exhausted from the sex. Ann and I had been going at each other practically nonstop ever since I'd landed at the airport. Add to that the extra curricular fun we'd had with Chad and Dana the night before, and there had to be a toll to pay. Yet I felt I was suffering more from mental fatigue. It wasn't the sex physically... it was thinking about sex constantly. I was tired... happily.
She reached behind her, and me, gently stroking my ass as I moved my hips ever so slightly in and out. I was making the same short strokes, no more than an inch. I wasn't really fucking her. Sure, my cock was deep inside her, but I wasn't fucking as much as I was filling her up... stuffing her pussy and keeping it feeling stretched and, well... used.
"You feel so huge, baby. Are you... bigger... in the mornings?
"I don't think so... I've never been one of those guys that felt compelled to measure himself. Why?"
Ann let out a little laugh and said, "You mean you didn't have a chart like that kid in
