Talk to a friend.

"...it's like everyone's behaving too normal, you know?" Karen asked, desperately hoping she didn't sound too crazy.

"Like how the average family has 2.3 kids, so no family is average," Chris said.

"Yes! Exactly!" she cried out as he rammed his shaft into her. "Nobody has done anything even slightly unusual since I woke up!"

She was overjoyed that Chris understood. He was one of her oldest friends. They had even dated briefly, but decided they made better friends than partners. Since then they'd been platonical best friends. He was one of the only straight guys she could be around who she knew had no sexual motives at all.

"That is- unh - weird," he said as he shifted positions. He was fucking her against a window, her ass rhythmically pressing into the glass for anyone to see. "You may be on to something."

"Oh!" she yelped as he tweaked her right nipple hard. "Thank God, I was worried no one would believe me! What can we do about it? You're the only person I can trust right now."

He slowed and looked at her with a sad expression. Was that... pity? Typical.

"You don't believe me." Chris had stopped fucking her entirely now. He stared at her guiltily, just like he normally did.

"Um, Karen?" he asked slowly. "I'm kinda doing something weird right now..."

She cringed. What was he talking about? "Yeah?"

He hesitated. The tip of his glans brushed against her vulva and twitched. "We, uh, don't usually talk this much during sex."

"Talking during sex isn't weird." she said. "It's pretty normal, actually. I think I'd know if you did something weird."

"Fair enough," he said. "Cindy, what do you think?"

His wife looked up from the novel she was reading. "Nothing seems out of the ordinary to me," she said. "Unless... is that a new tie?"

"Nope, same one as always," he said with a smile. Cindy shrugged and returned her attention to the novel.

"But Cindy, doesn't having that vibrator inside you make it hard to concaghff-"

She was interrupted by Chris ramming his cock into her mouth. She shrugged and dutifully began bobbing her head. He wanted to finish in her mouth, as usual. She winced and suppressed her gag reflexes as her own juices slid down her throat.

"...makes it easier," Cindy was saying. "Besides, we save on air conditioning when we don't wear clothes. Right, hon?"

Chris was too distracted by Karen's lips around his throat to pay attention. "Hmm?" he asked distractedly.

Cindy glanced at Karen and rolled her eyes. "Men," she said exasperatedly. Karen barely had time to mumble a reply when Chris yanked her hair and she felt a mess of hot, sticky semen spurt against the back of her throat. He groaned and released her, falling backwards into his desk chair while she gulped down his load.

"Ugh, that was horrible," Karen rasped. To her chagrin, nobody said anything - not Chris, not Cindy, not any of the other people in the car dealership. She craned her neck to see all the sucking and fucking that was happening on hoods, in backseats, and in the trunks.

Totally fucking normal.