You wake to the bed shaking and Mary calling on Tom to take her to Heaven

You sleep and this time you don't remember any dreams.

There's a rhythmic shaking that brings you slowly out of slumber. Mary's not there being the little spoon. You slide your hand over and find... Mary's bent knee?

"Oh Tom, oh Tom, keep going, keep going, you're going to take me to Heaven," Mary says.

You blink your eyes open to see Mary in her favorite sexual position, on her knees, tits swinging, with Tom railing her from behind. That's what that boat-rocking wakeup was all about.

Mary's elbows are down on the bed and her hands clasped together against the headboard. Her lips keep moving as Tom lays pipe steady, hard, and heavy. Prayer. Usually you're behind and you wouldn't see that. It makes you love her all the more.

You reach out with one hand and cover her clasped hands.

"I love you, sweetie-pie," you tell your wife. "Let Tom take you straight to Heaven."

Mary blushes pink across her face and her swinging titties.

"I love you, honeybear!" Mary gasps. "Tom honey, I'm almost... Oh! Here come the angels!" Her voice rises into a squeal and her hips tilt, pushing back at Tom's thrusts.

What a beautiful come face your wife has. And you're seeing it close up. Straight to heaven.

"Fuck!" Tom cries out. His knuckles whiten as he holds on tight to Mary's bucking hips. "Oh fuck I'm THERE!"

A thread of thick white seed touches down on the bedsheets. Look ma, no condom! Oops. You'd be right there to shoot yours on top of his, except your leg's not gonna work for doggie yet.

You look back toward Mary's face and find yourself meeting Taylor's gaze. She's smiling, bright-eyed, enjoying the show. But maybe she's feeling a little left out?

You have 2 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (your wife Mary).

• TELL Mary to ride your morning wood or to suck you off. (2d6+1).
• TELL Taylor you'd love to eat her pie (2d6+0).
• Something else?