Yes, but…

You stay in his lap as you both savour the afterglow of your orgasms, neither of you at all concerned at the wetness that has run free from you and is pooling between you. As you lean against his chest, your head lying back against his shoulder, Rob’s hands caress your stomach as he kisses your neck and cheek that are exposed to him.

“Come on, let’s go to bed” you suggest a few minutes later as you feel your body cooling down, knowing you really can’t sit naked in the lounge all night. You push yourself up from his lap, feeling the drying cum sticking to your ass as you do.

Standing you turn and hold your hand out for Rob as he clambers up out of the sofa, leaving an indent from the weight of your two bodies, as well as a slight stain from where your mixed juices have run onto the cushion. You briefly think about getting a cloth to give it a quick wipe, but not really having the energy to do so, simply turn it over. That doesn’t help, as on the now exposed underside is a similar stain that you assume was left by Lucy last week when you heard her fucking some guy down here.

Leaning over you gather up your small pile of clothes, but unable to see where your thong ended up, you decide that can stay down here for the night, it won’t be the first time that you or Lucy has got up in the morning to find each other’s underwear thrown across the room. As you lean you feel Rob’s hands caress your ass, obviously enjoying the view once more as you lean right in front of him.

Turning back to him with clothes held in one had, you see he has pulled his jeans back up and done the top button up to hold them there, not from modesty but simply so he can walk rather than waddle as you lead him to the hall and stairs leading to your bedroom. His cock though is hanging limply through the flies, covered in wetness from your recent coupling.

As you reach the small landing, you need to turn fully around to go towards your bedroom, and as you do there is Lucy coming towards you in her short lace nightie.

“Oh, sorry, I was just going to the loo” she mumbles sleepily as she looks up to see you naked, although in this house that is a common sight. You step to one side, allowing her room to move past, forgetting Rob is right behind you, and as you do, her eyes refocus on him, and you clearly see her eyes trail down to his hanging cock.

Slightly embarrassed, Rob tries to push his exposed cock into his jeans as she walks past heading to the toilet that is at the top of the stairs behind you.

“Should have made more effort to pull myself, I could do with some of what you just had” she laughs as she eases past you in the small hallway where Rob is currently struggling to get his cock tucked away.