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Chapter 14 by OppositeOfMiddle OppositeOfMiddle

What are the expectations?

Just sleep

Monica feints a yawn, “I’m so tired after this long night. I think it’s best that we just sleep.”

My excitement shatters on the floor. Of course, another night without sex. I should be used to it by now. Just another disappointment. I glance at Rachel who can’t hide the shock on her face. She’s not used to being turned down for sex. But she recovers enough to take optimism, “Good idea. Get to sleep before the hangover.”

Once in the bedroom, Monica stakes her claim in the middle of the King-sized bed. I shrug to Rachel that I tried. I strip down to my underwear. She doesn’t try to hide that she watches me the entire time. She bites her lower lip and my dick twitches.

Rachel crawls into bed on one side of my wife, and I get in on the other. Monica gives me a peck goodnight and rolls over. She falls asleep quickly. I can’t sleep. I just listen to her soft snores.

Then the floorboards squeak with light footsteps. Rachel crotches down on my side of the bed. Her lips tickle my ear as she whispers, “Scoot over a little. I’m freezing.”

To prove it she digs her hand under the blanket, and places her icy fingers against my abdomen. I move over trying not to bump into my sleeping wife. Rachel climbs in and lays her long lean body right against mine. She pulls my arms around her like a coat. Her body wiggles and rubs against mine.

My cock awakens.

She whispers, “You’re so warm.”

She’s only going to get me warmer. Especially when I start to wonder if she’s wearing panties under those flannel pants. She’s definitely not wearing a bra under her shirt. My forearms squeeze into her soft chest.

I know I shouldn’t but her delicate neck is right there. I kiss it, and give it soft sucks. Nothing to leave a mark.

My friend’s wife lets out a sigh, “What are you doing?”

“Warming you up,” I whisper into her ear, then lightly suck on her earlobe.

“Don’t wake your wife. She’ll kill me,” Rachel says. She grabs my hand and glides it into her flannel pants.

She’s not wearing panties.

I don’t care if my wife wakes up. I’m fucking this gorgeous woman.

Do we wake up my wife?

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