But I do Remember when I woke up.

The first words that I remember consciously hearing the next morning were Helen's.

"Mmmm, Kaila... again?"

There was a slight movement that brought me out of the last vestiges of some incredibly wonderful dream. It had been incredibly vivid, with strange flashes that still lingered. A bed made out of a tree struck me as one of the ones that I kept thinking of, with Helen and I intertwined on it. For some reason I really wanted apple crisp this morning, I absentmindedly noted, before realizing that my wife's hand was reaching across me to stroke at Helen's body.

"Do I... need to move?" I mumbled, feeling the touches around me. It felt like I was somehow in the way.

"Oh, look who isn't tired anymore." Kaila propped herself up on one elbow, and I continued to blink sleep stuff out of my eyes. If anything the realization as to what happened the previous night made me almost believe I was still dreaming.

"No... no, I'm still tired." I yawned out. The sensations of female flesh against me was incredibly arousing, and while I was definitely hard, I also had morning needs to take care of. "Promise that you won't disappear if I go pee?"

"Well, maybe Helen will hold me down and not giggle this time." I felt Kaila's hand slap down on Helen's thigh, when her forearm hit my stomach. It didn't help much with my physical needs.

"Owww... Now I'm Awake." Helen jolted against the contact. "So you want to play rough, huh?" Her tone became playful, and the slightly sleepy look turned to one of rapt attention.

"Ok, Ok, I'll be back. And I'm not breaking this up. I may go make popcorn." This time I didn't even have to push most of the blankets out of the way. At some point during the night they had been shoved off the bed completely.

I didn't even bother to dress this time, just crossing to the door, and glancing back and Helen and Kaila. The two of them hadn't really done much other than flop into each other's arms after my exit. They seemed happy, and I was glad to find the bathroom unoccupied.

I decided to take the opportunity for a quick shower, and was amazed how sore I felt. I don't know how many times throughout the night I had been with my wife and our lover, but my body showed the marks. I glanced down at my chest as the water rained down and noted two large bruises that looked suspiciously like hickeys, and tried to remember at what point that had happened. It had been a long time since I'd gotten high, and my memory of the previous night was admittedly pretty fuzzy. I just remembered that it had been incredible being with them both.

And I had been with Charlotte. I could scarcely believe it. The memory of that moment when we had been joined, feeling so right. The thought sent a chill through me despite the warm water. It was still slightly chilly in the cabin, and the wet scent of fog once again rolled through. The weather had been nothing like what the app had said, I reflected. At least we had gotten one good day, and shouldn't have any more major disasters. I was confident as I stepped out of the bathroom, that nothing could possibly go wrong today.