Take a nap, try to get the time to fly by.

You check in on Jess, who is busy over a pot of tomato sauce. She's thrown on a tank top without a bra, and the fabric pulls tightly against the skin of her breasts, forcing the nipple out a good deal, even though she's not hard. You casually reach from behind her with your right hand to pull at the exposed nub. Jess moans under her breath but doesn't complain as you grope her while she adds some spice with her left hand. You continue your **** on her firm tit, finally releasing and repeating with your left hand and her left nipple. Jess groans louder, but works the sauce lightly with the spoon. "I love these," you whisper.

"My tits?" Jess asks casually. "Yeah, they are worthy of it. So firm, so perfectly formed." Jess is playing along, but you can tell she's not too worked up. She's giving you permission, though, allowing you use of her body. You decide another grope won't hurt, so you pull on her left tit some more. Jess sighs in contentment and you kiss her right earlobe, looking down her cleavage as your hand works her breast over.

"They are. I'll be thinking about them while I take a nap. You okay with me going to sleep?" Jess shoots you a look that's hard to read. Finally she shrugs.

"Yeah, even if we were still up for some romantic interludes, I'd have to check the sauce every so often to stir it. Not exactly romance, huh?" You smile and kiss her on the cheek.

You head towards the bedroom, and lay down on your queen size bed. You find yourself wondering if it will be big enough for everything you have planned. You pull a pillow up behind you, and listen to the bustle of your girlfriend in the kitchen. You try to push the shower from your mind, because you know it will keep you awake if you linger to much on Jess's body and surprising dirty talk. You think of something to calm you down, but Jess's face keeps popping into your head. Finally you go back to your teen years: you focus on every bad experience in high school, trying to remember the rejections, embarrassing moments in class, until you feel your erection fade. You sigh as you realize how exhausted you really are, hoping you are able to restore some energy and enjoy the night.

You awake to an alarm clock going off. The sleep was dreamless, and you realize that it's gotten much darker. Suddenly you feel an arm reach over you and slap at the alarm clock. You turn and find Jess smiling sleepily at you.

"What?" she asks softly. "I can't take a nap?" You smile. "Besides, Sara's going to put me through the ringer tonight," she tells you. "I imagine that I'm going to do the bulk of the heavy lifting when it comes to pleasing both of you. I mean, you'll get her mouth and tits, but I can't believe that I'll be getting a lot of relief tonight."

"What's the monster?" you ask, remembering the conversation you'd both had earlier. Jess chuckles.

"Something you've never seen before, John. It's my dildo. I've used it when you've been out of town. Do you want to see it?" For lack of anything better to say, you tell her "Sure." Jess grins. "Don't get a complex," she warns.

Jess stands up and goes to the closet, adjusting her pajama bottoms as she walks. You can tell the look of surprise on your face registers quickly with Jess, because she laughs. She's holding a dildo that looks to be at least two feet long, made of flesh colored material. The difference between this and other dildos is that it has two heads. Jess holds one of the heads close to her mouth. "This," she breathes, letting the dildo wobble in front of her face, "is the monster. Sara and I have used it before, and yes, you pervert, we used it together. I don't know how she'll want it, but there's almost two feet of cock here. It fills us up so good," she says teasingly. You smile and stand, pulling yourself out of bed. Jess shrugs and throws the huge cock onto the bed. "It'll get used," she says calmly. Your eyes flit over to the clock. 6:30.

"Alright. We've got a bit of time to get ready. Any special requests tonight, John?"