SATURDAY
Suddenly Bonnie was awake. She rolled to face her still sleeping husband and looked past him, out the window. The sky was just starting to lighten. She rolled back over to the night stand and checked her phone for the time. It was just before 6am. George had gotten his itinerary after dinner last night. His flight left at around 9:30, so she figured she should wake him soon. For now, she just admired him while he slept. He might have been getting a little out of shape recently, but he was still a fairly handsome man. She lay her hand on his chest and smiled to herself. Things had been a lot better since she had remarried. She watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, and thought about how she'd have to spend the next few nights without him.
Bonnie had a relatively high sex drive, so four days was going to be a long time. Hell, even one day is too much. Thought bonnie as she looked down to see if he had any morning wood she could take advantage of. Well hello, there. He'll enjoy waking up to this. She smirked at her naughty idea. She always appreciated her own playful side, and George definitely seemed to as well. She slithered under the blankets and gently pulled down his pajama bottoms, careful not to wake him up just yet. It was a pretty nice cock. About 5 inches long, but definitely thicker than average. Plenty to satisfy Bonnie on most nights. Sure, sometimes she craved some deeper penetration, but that's what toys are for, right? Still smiling wickedly, she gently licked up the bottom of his shaft toward the tip of his penis. Then she licked with a little more pressure, using the whole flat of her tongue. She heard George stir a little, but he was still asleep. He was already pretty hard so she took him in her mouth and started to suck on it.
George awake rather suddenly after that. He was disoriented for a moment, but when the sensation in his dick caused him to moan, he realized Bonnie had decided to treat his to his favorite wake up call. How did I ever get so lucky? He wondered. He loved Bonnie's sex drive and when they had first started dating, he had been able to keep up with her. Lately though, his work had taken up more of his time and energy. Now he had to go out of town again and he was not happy with that. Bonnie's lips on his dick brought him back to earth from the brief mental deviation. He propped himself up on his elbows and peeled back the covers to watch her work.
Bonnie sensed George was awake and was already looking up toward him when he pulled the covers off of her. He was so turned on, it almost made Bonnie laugh to herself at how hot she could get him. She knew he wouldn't last very long. Good. George, like most guys liked to last as long as he could. Bonnie, on the other hand, loved making men come before they want to. It made her feel that she was so hot she could make them lose control. She loved when they lost control.
George was enjoying his morning BJ from his very attractive wife. She was very skilled and enthusiastic, even softly moaning and cooing on his cock. He felt himself getting close and started to warn her. "Baby, if you keep going like that, I'm going t-OH FUCK!" George really should have known better by now. As soon as she could tell he was trying not to cum, she cranked into high gear. She sucked in her cheeks and put her hand on his shaft right in front of her mouth so she could stroke him as she started bobbing her head up and down at an impressive speech. George's body went rigid and he was completely speechless for what seemed like a solid minute before he grunted loudly and unloaded down hear eager throat.
She continued to suck and stroke him as he came and his eyes rolled back. When he was finally done convulsing, she gave him a pat on the thigh and came up and kissed him. When George caught his breath, he finally spoke.
"I wish I didn't have to go"
"I know, hun. You don't need to explain. I know you'll miss me."
"Damn right, I'll miss you" He pulled her into an embrace and lightly grabbed her ass. "Every bit of you."
They lied there for another little while before the alarm went off on George's phone. They reluctantly got up and dressed. Once George had double checked his baggage, they both walked down to the kitchen.
Mike woke up on the floor. He had a vague sense of what he was doing there. Some images from last night. He remembered wanting to leave his room... he remembered being hungry. And then he came downstairs and... Oh, god. As he sat up, Mike took in the mess he was lying in. Casserole dishes, Styrofoam containers, to-go boxes, but not a scrap of food to be seen. He craned to look behind him. Some good luck, at least the fridge was closed. He got to his feet and opened it. Nothing but condiments. He closed the fridge out of shock and disbelief before opening it again to confirm that it was empty. He couldn't have eaten all the food, could he? Closing the fridge, he looked at the dishes on the floor.
Suddenly a noise came from upstairs. Shit! They're awake. I gotta clean this up. The questions ceased and Mike focused on gathering the dishes and consolidating them in the sink. Even though he was in a rush, he couldn't help but notice the dishes were not only free of food scraps, they had been licked clean. Wow, exactly how hungry was I? That's not normal, is it? He had cleared the floor, and the dishes were arranged in the sink in somewhat organized stacks. Feeling he was almost there, he grabbed a wet rag and made a pass over the floor where he'd been lying for half the night.
He tossed the rag in the sink and tried to quietly walk up the stairs. And now I have to pee? Dammit! Okay... instead of heading into his room, he ducked into the bathroom on his left. As he closed the door, he heard the door to his parents' room open across the hall. He took a breath and went over to the toilet to relieve himself. As he did, he thought about how to handle this. After all, there was no way either of his parents wouldn't notice that the fridge had been completely cleaned out overnight. A knock on the door startled him so much his stream grazed away from the bowl for a moment. Great, another mess to clean up.
"Honey?" It was his mom. "Honey, are you in there?"
"Yeah" What was wrong with his voice?
"I'm taking George to the airport and then I have some errands to run. I'll be home around noon. Don't forget to take your allergy meds. Love you!"
"Thanks, mom. Bye." Another break! I just hope they don't go to grab something from the fridge before they drive off. Mike finished up and wiped up the pee that had gotten on the rim and the floor. He heard the familiar sound of the front door closing. He went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out his prescription. Remembering last night, he read over the label again. He was looking for 'Increased Appetite', but couldn't find it. He shrugged, opened the bottle and took two pills out. After he knocked those down, he realized he was still very tired. The adreniline from getting rid of his mess this morning was finally starting to fade. He just felt so heavy. He decided to slump off to bed. Laying down and closing his eyes, he started to drift off. An image popped up in his head. Blurry at first, it was a female figure. As the details came into focus, he saw his Physics teacher, Mrs. Murphy. Mike didn't have many crushes, but Diane Murphy had a body that couldn't escape notice. She mostly wore plain, knee length skirts and a sweater, but her ample curves made the somewhat conservative clothes almost obscene. As he absentmindedly started to stroke himself, for some reason his dick felt...heavier? He fell asleep.
When he woke up this time, Mike felt better. A LOT better. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. Especially considering how he felt after... huh. What was it that happened again? That's weird, I remember being really bummed out about something. 'Bummed out'? What the fuck?
Shrugging off the thought, went over to his closet. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt and threw them on the bed. Then he pulled down his sweatpants, and as he bent to pull them off his ankles he stopped cold. His legs looked alien to him. Though he was fairly tall, Mike had always been very skinny for his height. Now, his legs were layered quite nicely with muscle. But it was what hung down between his new thighs that gave him pause. He remembered the heavy sensation in his hand as he fell asleep. And now he was looking at a dick that was easily twice the size of the one he saw every morning before this one. Easily 4-5 inches flaccid.
