Brian in the wrong bed

At about 1 in the morning, Brian woke up, and went to the bathroom. Still half asleep, his legs carried him automatically to his own bedroom.

Brian climbed into the bed, on the side he usually slept, and found a woman already there. His wife must have rolled over in her sleep. He hugged her, and felt like she was smaller, and softer than usual. More fragile. He kissed her, and she wrapped a leg around him, pushing his crotch into her. "Fuck me..." she breathed.

He reached down and pulled down her panties, and began stroking her pussy. It was much wetter than he expected, his wife generally required quite a bit of foreplay to get to this point. Her hand pushed down his pajamas and curled around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. Brian had never seen this side of Phoebe and it was turning him on like nothing she had ever done before.

He pushed his cock in, and felt her breath quicken against his chest. She was wetter, and looser than normal, more like how she was after sex than before it, generally, and he could go right to fucking her. They kissed, over and over again, until he came, filling her with his cum.

He was about to pull out, when he heard a weak voice in his ear. "More.... Please... give me more..."

He was at full mast again instantly, and without thinking thrust himself all the way to the hilt. Phoebe didn't like it when he did that. But instead of a reprimand, he felt her orgasm in his arms.

"Fuck... keep doing that..." she moaned.