Sleep

You drift off to sleep to the alluring sounds of Mr. and Mrs. Murphy fucking like horny teenagers. Some might find it difficult to sleep under such conditions, but you are a member of the Lutz family, after all. When you and Aron were still quite young, your mother would frequently announce that it was time for the two of you to take your naps at the moment the doorbell rang. As your mother went into another room with her “catch of the day,” you and your brother drifted off to sleep, lulled into dreams by the cries of passion, instead of boring, old lullaby songs.

You don’t sleep long, but you do sleep deeply and well. The sounds from downstairs fuel your subconscious imagination. Your dreams are typically filled with all kinds of erotic adventures, but this night they are particularly vivid. When you awaken, you are so hard and horny that it is a wonder that you didn’t bust a nut in your sleep.

The sound that wakes you up is repetitive thumping. At first, you think that the Clarks are still going at it. As you rub the sleep out of your eyes, however, you realize that it is coming from the nearby stairs. Professor Clark is hurrying down the stairs, dragging his roller board suitcase behind him. The luggage gives a THUMP with each drop downward.

You roll yourself out of bed and stretch. From downstairs, you hear conversation between the Clarks. It seems oddly out of place, since it is normal husband-and-wife morning talk. It is the first you have heard them interact in any way that would not be rated XXX.

You venture out of your room, looking for the bathroom. Across the hall from your room is the master bedroom. A quick glance inside tells you that the bed was untouched last night. Either your hosts were at it all night long down in the living room, or they were too exhausted from their marathon fuck session to climb the stairs to sleep. You see a bathroom at the end of the hallway. As you walk toward it, you pass two additional doorways to bedrooms. They do not appear to be additional guest rooms, and you wonder for the first time if the Clarks have children.

In the bathroom, you struggle a little more than usual to pee. Your cock is unusually hard this morning, and that makes it particularly hard to aim. With nominal effort, you complete your mission and return to the top of the stairs. From down below, you hear the door open and Professor Clark says, “I have to run, dear, or I’ll miss the plane. I’ll see you in a few days!” Susan responds with, “I’ll miss you, too! Have fun, and be safe!”

It sounds so domestic and normal that you have to wonder whether you dreamt the whole nymphomaniac cuckold scene. No... The muscle strain in your abs and legs is a sensation that can only come from very vigorous fucking. You shake your head and smile in wonder about this unusual couple that has employed you.

Still dressed only in your boxer briefs, you descend the stairs and get to the bottom just in time to see Mrs. Clark blow one last kiss to her husband and close the door.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cl — I mean, Susan,” you say.

Susan turns, leans back against the door, and sighs. “Bryan, I’m SO glad you’re awake. I need you to fuck me right now!” From outside, you hear the sound of Professor Clark’s car door slam shut and the engine start. Through the window of the door you see the taillights of his car pulling out of the driveway just as she opens her bathrobe and lets it drop to the floor, exposing her naked body. As the car pulls out of your sight, on its way to the airport, she crosses the distance between you and wraps one arm around your back while reaching between your legs and grabbing your crotch with the other.

“I’m so fucking horny right now, Bryan! I just wanna ....” Her words transform into action as she thrusts her tongue into your mouth and tugs at your boxer briefs to pull them down.