Recover

After about half an hour, the three are all on their feet again. Clear-headed, an unspoken understanding is made: Don't talk about it. The three are feeling a large number of things, and thinking thoughts that can't be expressed. Ethan notices Ashley's cock twitch, clearly still having some life in it somehow. He also notices Alex staring at him dreamily.

Eventually, they get to work.

Alex takes a quick shower while Ashley and Ethan strip the bed, the two women swapping out when it comes time to make it. Ethan loads up the dirty laundry while the pair of them wipe down the kitchen, slipping into their abandoned clothes afterward.

Before Ethan gets in the shower himself, he decides he needs to saything to the two women before they leave. "That was-" he takes a breath, his mind empty, "That was something..."

Ashley smacks her lips. "Yeah..."

"Um..." Alex's gaze shifts back and forth between the two of them, "So... Are we... Good?"

"Yeah," Ashley nods, "For sure."

"For sure." Ethan echoes, not sure what to say.

Still naked, sweaty, and a little crusty, Ethan walks them to the front door. "Bye..." he mumbles, a little sad to see them go.

Ashley steps up first giving Ethan a quick kiss on the cheek. "Bye..." She chews the corner of her mouth, thinking on something. After a moment, she kisses him again, this time on the lips. "Sorry..."

"It's okay..." Ethan clears his throat, the kiss being more than okay.

As Ashley steps onto the porch, Alex takes her turn, ignoring cheeks and only going for the kill. Strawberry... She kisses him longer than Ashley did but steps back before it becomes too much. "Bye, Ethan."

"Bye..."

Ethan watches her join Ashley on the porch, giving them a final wave before closing the door.

Sighing, Ethan feels like he's about to die. Dragging himself upstairs and into the bathroom, he takes the slowest quick shower he's ever taken. Once the sweat and cum are off, he steps out and barely dries himself off, still dripping slightly as he staggers to the bedroom.