A morning after

Carrie was exhausted the next morning as she got up to make breakfast for the kids before they went to school.

Once the kids were on the bus, her husband mentioned something about it before he went off to work. "Sleep okay last night, hon?" He asked, taking a big gulp of coffee.

"I actually didn't," she admitted, not offering any other details.

"Yeah, I noticed that you got out of bed." She blushed a little, even though he didn't show any signs of suspicion. Thoughts of soft lips and an active tongue against her clit flowed through her mind, and she suddenly realized he'd said something else.

"Sorry, what was that?" she asked.

"Take a break today, babe. Visit some friends. Shop, maybe...for you, I mean. I'll take care of dinner." Which was so sweet of him that she almost felt guilty about her little adventure.

"Really? That's very nice of you." She thought about the contrast between her and Jennifer. Her new friend seemed ecstatic about her single life, from what she could tell, but as for herself--she was pretty happy with home life. David was good to her. she had a beautiful home and a great family. Still, it didn't hurt to have a little excitement...as long as she could be sure that Jennifer kept it a secret.

Then again, if her little green friend was playing with both her and her next-door neighbor, and parts of it seemed to wander off from time to time--maybe this was a more frequent occurrence than she expected.

"Maybe I will go out," Carrie said. "I haven't gone out for a drink with my girlfriends in a long time." Carrie snuggled behind him as he washed his coffee cup. "Maybe you could take the kids out for dinner?"

"Sure! I can do that. Better than me trying to make them something…" He laughed. "Should I wait up for you?"

"Oh, David…" She mock slapped him before grabbing his face and kissed him once more. "I'm not going clubbing or to a rave or anything. If I decide to go out, I won't be home that late."

As she finished up the rest of the dishes, Carrie didn't notice the droplets slithering into the terry cloth of her robe. David was too preoccupied grabbing his keys to notice them either.

"Bye, honey--have fun if I don't see you before you go out!"

The moment the door clicked shut, the/presence made itself known by squeezing the soft cloth around Carrie's breasts. She gasped and looked down at her robe, obviously aware of the cause, but still surprised since she hadn't noticed it sneak in before. She let out a dreamy noise as the robe began undulating and massaging her tits.

"Well, good morning!" Carrie said, cupping her hands around her breasts. "Seems like I can't get away from you lately." Carrie felt her robe grab her ass, giggling as it scooped her up. After what she experienced last night, being off the ground was more thrilling than anything else. "And…" Carrie hummed, "It seems as if you might have the whole day with me." A bit of the slime congealed inside the robe, tapping at her clit as she smacked at her own sleeve. "Give me a few minutes!" Carrie laughed. "I'm sure you heard David give me permission to slack for a day, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to clean the house up." In the other corner of the room, a green blob bounced in — hovering in front of her. It seemed like a bigger mass than she was used to seeing. Just as she reached out towards it, it dispersed. Dozens of green droplets bounced throughout the kitchen, slamming into things like dishes, a broom, and even some of the furniture itself.

Carrie watched as the slime dispersed itself, coating certain things with a audible 'splat'. Suddenly, the chairs pushed themselves all in under the table. The place settings straightened themselves, and the unused silverware bounced itself back into kitchen drawers that seemed to open by themselves. Carrie smirked a little, realizing that her addendum had basically tricked the slime into doing her work for her.

She guessed that it didn't dilute with water, since a sponge was happily finishing the dishes for her now. A broom swept through the kitchen, and Carrie's eyes lit up when she thought about what Jennifer had said about finding out the real extent of the slime's abilities. The extra mass must have come from somewhere. Since it seemed able to split itself into multiple masses, each performing discrete actions without any discernible loss of coordination — she realized that maybe she hadn't seen the whole mass at once at any given time.

There was also the possibility that it was growing… but she decided not to give that too much thought.

"Is part of you still over there messing with Jennifer?" Carrie asked. Her own robe tipped her forward and backward, making her head tip in a sort of nod. Well…that's one way for it to communicate.

Carrie's robe carried her through the kitchen and through the living room, where she saw the vacuum cord unfurling itself. It plugged in, and unceremoniously began moving back and forth over the rug.

"Nice of you to be making yourself useful," Carrie said, recalling what happened the last time it used the vacuum. She felt her robe squeeze her ass in response as she was carried into the hallway and up her stairs. "Hey, what are we doing exactly?"

As if responding to her, her robe gently set her down on her cushioned seat in front of her vanity. The sash of her rope untied, and the fuzzy flaps of the robe fluttered open. Slime droplets congealed from the drop robe and converged on the objects adorning her vanity, including her hairbrush, her makeup kit, and her blow dryer. A misting bottle rose off the surface and unscrewed itself. A single drop of slime jumped into the bottle, and Carrie watched as it disappeared into the otherwise clear liquid. The bottle screwed shut just as quickly, and squirted itself into her hair.

In yet another surprise, Carrie's assumptions about its miscibility seemed to be wrong as well. She watched in awe as her hair pulled itself back and then puffed up a little, volumizing. She smiled, further confounded by the slime's properties as it directly styled her hair. The hairbrush sailed through it anyway, and Carrie sighed as sets of droplets moved over her shoulders, massaging her like fingers.

"Wow, you're really pampering me today," Carrie said. "Looks like you took what David said to heart." Finished with some of her chores downstairs, another mass of the slime floated into the room, taking on a phallic shape and wedging itself between her breasts. Carrie grinned. "And yet, you're every bit as mischievous as when we first met."

Carrie heard the front door slam shut, and she gasped. She turned around, looking at the entrance to her bedroom. She was worried that David had suddenly come back until she heard a familiar feminine voice downstairs, its husky register unmistakable.

"You'd…you better be sure nobody's home but her!" Carrie heard the voice say, chuckling to herself when she realized how pointless the comment was if that wasn't the case.

Downstairs, Jennifer witnessed even more of the slime's talents. Curtains drew themselves, shades rolled shut, and a stereo system turned itself on — tuning to lounge jazz as Jennifer was swept through the air in her workout shorts and sports bra. As she went through the kitchen, she sailed past a broom sweeping on its own, grinning madly as she impulsively reached out and grabbed the handle.

"Oh my God, you have to let me try this…" Her hips stationed themselves directly over the broom handle as her workout shorts peeled themselves back, exposing her ass. The moment she was no longer suspended by them, her hips dropped onto the broom handle — which perfectly speared the empty space between her legs but above the diving waistband of the shorts. The cool, high-density plastic slid against her pussy, making her squeal as her shorts pulled themselves the rest of the way down her legs.

Jennifer instinctively grabbed the broom handle as the slime happily jetted her through the house and up the stairs, deftly rounding corners and making sure Jen's body cleared each threshold. By the time she was hovering in front of Carrie, her heart was pumping. Carrie covered up a little on seeing her, laughing at herself for doing so once she saw the state that Jennifer was in.

"It really doesn't waste any time," Carrie said, matter-of-fact. Jen shook her head in agreement as the broom handle slid between her legs, pistoning forward and backward just enough for her to feel it playing against her clit.

"I haven't even been to sleep," Jennifer admitted, grinning at Carrie as she gripped the broom handle harder and humped against it shamelessly. "I seriously spent like the last half hour hovering in my bay window, letting it fuck me and peeking out the curtain so I could see that navy blue SUV drive past my house." Carrie's eyes went wide. She was flattered, though a little concerned by this new development.

"You were waiting for me to be alone again?" Just as Carrie asked the question, the plush cushion of her vanity stool rose off the bench itself, carrying her through the air towards Jennifer.

"Oh my God, of course I was," Jennifer's eyes burned as she stared at Carrie. "I want a repeat of last night…" She grinned. "Don't you?" Carrie looked down and away from Jennifer as she could feel the color returning to her face again.

"Well, I did sleep a little… But all admit that most of my waking moments sense then have been me wondering what we were going to do next." Jennifer looked at the green cylinder pistoning between Carrie's breasts, biting her lip.

"It seems like we've both been encouraging it to try new things." Jennifer leaned back, pulling on the broom handle and making it rear up as she bounced her body against it. "I feel like we should stay right on that track." Jennifer reached out a beckoning finger to the phallic shape, and it began to extend at its lower end, curling up and away and forming a sort of slime J-shape. "Bigger," Jennifer whispered. An air bubble seemed to enter the phallic shape, inflating it a bit as the short side of the J extended and became a U. "Give me a little more…detail."

Carrie and Jen both giggled like schoolgirls as the ends of the slime phallus swelled slightly and took on a very familiar character.

"What you say, Carrie?" Jennifer raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you want to share a ride?"

Carrie couldn't believe any of this. As if her new green acquaintance wasn't enough excitement, now she had a partner in crime to share all the unbelievable fun with. She coyly put a finger in her mouth and gently chewed on it, teasing Jennifer's anticipation before she answered in the affirmative.

Part of her was absolutely concerned how out of hand this might get — but the same exact concern was making her wet. Some part of Jennifer seemed to be even more dangerous than their playful green friend, and the fact that Jennifer took to all this insanity so quickly made Carrie want to let go and follow her lead.

"Well… I guess — as long as we aren't sailing around in the open air, naked together in broad daylight…" Jennifer's expression told Carrie that she had just given her a brilliant idea.

"Oh? And why not?" Jennifer shrugged. "It's not like we're in the middle of the city." She leaned in towards Carrie, and the plush, slime-infused cushion bobbed Carrie right in front of her. "What's an onlooker going to do? Report a couple of naughty hovering streakers being fucked by a double-ended green jelly dildo in FAA airspace above their house?" Jennifer bellowed laughter.

Carrie's heart pounded. Exciting as the idea was, she needed to try to convince both her human friend and her not-so-human friend to agree to a change in venue at the very least. They did live in the sparser suburbs, but it would be just Carrie's luck that a nosy neighbor would take the time to train a camera on them and find out exactly where they landed after their skyward adventure.

"Why don't we pregame here," Carrie growled, "and then I'll let you and our buddy here take me out on a field trip in a setting that's a little more… exotic." Carrie leaned in towards Jennifer, the cushion beneath her facilitating her motion as the two went in for a kiss. The other end of the green slime dildo pistoned itself between Jennifer's tits as the broom handle moved her in towards Carrie's body.

"Mmm... How can I resist that offer?" Jennifer asked, watching the pliant cylinder of slime trail down both their stomachs and toward their waiting pussies.