Millie Stays the Night

Tim couldn’t help but notice just how close the two girls had become. They had only met today and yet they seemed inseparable. Still, Evy did seem happy. Tim finished loading the dishwasher in silence. The clink of plates and the hum of the machine were the only sounds besides the distant murmur of water from the bathroom. He wiped his hands on a towel, grabbed another beer from the fridge, and shuffled back to the recliner.

The shower ran steadily. At first it was just white noise. Then came the giggles again. Tim shifted in the chair. He told himself it was normal. Girls did this. They talked, they laughed, they helped each other wash their backs or whatever. Nothing weird.

A soft thud against the wall. Not hard, just enough to make the picture frame in the hallway rattle faintly. Evelyn’s voice followed, breathy and surprised.

“Millie… oh god”

Tim froze, his beer halfway to his lips. Another thud, followed by another. Slow. Deliberate. Rhythmic. Like someone pressing against tile.

A low moan drifted out, it sounded like Evelyn again. He heard a wet slap and then more rhythmic thumping, getting faster every time. Another slap, louder this time, and he heard his wife gasp, sharp and high, the sound cutting through the door and down the hallway.

Tim wasn’t even aware of the TV anymore. He sat forward in his chair. His stomach twisted, but his cock stirred in his pants. He couldn’t deny it anymore. It sounded so sexual. But they were just girls, and she had assured him repeatedly. He wondered if he was just being paranoid.

The shower kept running. The rhythm continued, slow, steady thuds against the wall, punctuated by Evelyn’s increasingly **** little cries.

This went on for some time. The thudding against the wall. The moaning. It sounded like one hell of a massage. After what felt like at least half an hour, the thuds sped up and then stopped. The water shut off abruptly.

Evelyn emerged first, wrapped in a white bath towel that barely reached mid-thigh. Her hair hung down wet and dripping, her skin flushed pink from the heat.

She rounded the corner to the living room. She stood there, holding up her towel and staring at her husband. Finally she spoke.

“Honey, there’s something I forgot to ask you.” Evelyn addressed her husband sheepishly, looking at the ground. “Millie’s still waiting for her bed to get delivered, so I told her she could stay with us for the night. Is that OK with you?”

Tim’s heart sank. He had been looking forward to finally getting his wife back tonight. Seeing his wife in her lingerie he thought he might get some action tonight. If Millie slept on the couch, they wouldn't be able to be intimate without her hearing.

“I’m not sure honey, do you think she’d really be comfortable on the couch?”

“Oh of course not honey. She can’t sleep on the couch.”

Good, they were on the same page then.

"She’ll be sleeping in our bed. She'll be much more comfortable there."

“In our bed? But where are we gonna sleep?”

“Well… you’ll sleep in here, on the couch, and I’ll sleep in our bed with Millie. There’s plenty of room for both of us! It's the only arrangement that really makes sense. Me and Millie already discussed it in the shower.”

“But…”

“Tim, she really helped me out today. It would be wrong not to help her too. Please, just for tonight?”

“I’ll figure something out for tomorrow, Tim. I appreciate all of your hospitality tonight.” Millie strode up behind Evelyn, towering over her delicate feminine form. Her body was covered with a white towel. It hung on her large breasts like a shelf, the tip of her swaying member peeking out of the bottom as she walked, but Tim was too clueless to notice.

Tim sunk down in his seat as the two women awaited his answer. His mind raced with fantasies of pillow fights and lingerie. All of those sounds in the shower. He swallowed hard. His cock throbbed painfully against the seam of his pants, betraying him even as shame burned in his chest.

“I… yeah,” he heard himself say. The words came out thin and automatic. “Just for tonight. It’s fine.”

“Thank you, honey. You’re the best.” Evelyn’s face lit up. She stepped forward and bent to kiss his forehead.

“Ahhh, Millie!” Evelyn shrieked as Millie wrapped her strong arms around her waist and lifted the blonde over her shoulder before she was able to make contact with her kiss. Evelyn’s towel slipped off, her naked, wet body teasing Tim as she was carried away.

“Thanks Tim, I promise to give her back in the morning.” Millie gave her lover’s bare bottom a firm slap before slamming the bedroom door closed behind them.

Tim sat frozen in the recliner, the echo of the bedroom door still ringing in his ears. Millie's wet towel was laying on the living room floor. The house fell into an immediate, heavy quiet, broken only by the low hum of the dishwasher winding down its final cycle. He stared at the hallway, at the closed door that now separated him from his own bedroom, from his wife.

Evelyn’s shriek replayed in his head. The way her towel had slipped away completely as Millie carried her off, exposing every inch of her flushed, glistening skin. The casual, possessive slap on her bare ass.

He heard giggles again from behind the door. Evelyn let out a soft sigh. Then the mattress creaked. Once. Twice. Slow, deliberate. The rhythm sounded just like the shower.

He stood up slowly, legs unsteady, and walked to the hallway. The bedroom door was shut tight. No light seeped from underneath.

Tim pressed his palm flat against the door, feeling the faint vibration of movement on the other side. Another creak. A low murmur from Millie, too quiet to make out words but unmistakably commanding. Evelyn answered with a breathy whimper.

“Honey? Is everything alright in there?” Tim couldn’t stop his racing thoughts. What were they doing in there?

“Yes… I’m just massaging Millie! She’s feeling a bit... oh god, yes!... a bit stiff. And she’s massaging me too, she really—Yes… oh god, yes… deeper… really good!”

Massage, that made sense. They were just giving each other massages. They worked out all day, of course they were sore. Just like in the shower. It was just a massage.

The bed frame picked up speed. Thump-thump-thump against the wall. Evelyn’s cries turned ****.

Really intense massage. They were just girlfriends. There was nothing going on.

Tim made his way back to the couch. He covered himself in a thin blanket. The thud of the bedframe was rhythmic, permeating his thoughts. Tim turned up the volume on the TV, but he couldn’t drown it out.

“Millie… please… I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”

Behind the door, Evelyn let out a long, trembling wail.

Eventually the sounds faded. A final sigh. Quiet.