You wake to an aching leg and a full bladder.

Somehow after a big beach barbecue you find yourself lying on your side under the shade of some whispering palms. It's a bit annoying when the coconuts start falling on you but they just bounce off your hip and butt so it's not worth moving. Especially since you have a little eye candy from an angle on the gals slipping behind a bush and squatting down to pee right in your line of sight. So you endure the bouncing coconuts until some obnoxious partygoer decides to balance a coconut on your hip and start hammering it open.

"Hey!" you complain. The dream cracks open and spills you out.

You wake with a groan of protest to find yourself lying on your side with your weight on your bad leg. "Coconuts," you grumble. And a full bladder. Time to take a leak. From Shasta's alarm clock you can see it's the small hours. You'd think Mary and Taylor and Tom ought to be home by now, even if it was a busy closing shift.

You steer yourself to the bathroom, supporting your unsteady gait with a hand on the wall. By the light of an sleeping angel nightlight you see a couple of unfamiliar toiletry bags. Red with rhinestones must be Miss Taylor, so Tom's must be the little gray tactical nylon. Little bitty case must have a folding toothbrush. Swings a big enough dick he doesn't need to show off with accessories.

You fish out your painkillers and take the just-enough dose, washing it down with a gulp of water from the faucet. There's a new grab bar by the toilet to help you sit down and get up. You know better than to stand up for a piss until your leg is fully healed. Maybe not even then. Sarah's been nagging you about sitting down and not splashing, and if it spares Mary from groveling around on her knees, then maybe it's time to take it from Miss Girl Talk University.

In the kitchen there's a seven-day angel candle casting a dim light and a sweet scent from the stovetop. Mary must have lit it special for Taylor and Tom staying over. And there's most of a pie left, a deep-dish cherry, actually parts of two pies, cherry and apple. Those'll be nice for breakfast. Though you'd allow that Mary and Taylor's pies might be their own special kind of breakfast in bed. So Tom's visiting home from college and now he's balling his next-younger sister and laying pipe to your wife. Maybe some of Mary's special charm has rubbed off on him, or maybe he has the same crazy blessing, just naturally.

You guide yourself back along the hallway with a hand on the wall. The painkiller is doing its job and you're walking more natural now. Yours and Mary's bedroom door is open, and there's a faint light from the regular glowing angel who's looked down on you and Mary for many a midnight fuck, when it's too dark to read the Bible quote over your headboard, This is my command: Love one another and the too-close-to-home advice next to it, A perfect marriage is two imperfect people who refuse to give up on one another. And sometimes learn how to enjoy each other's imperfections. You love hearing Mary's stories of keeping her pussy warm with fellows and ladies while you're on the road, and Mary's even gotten so she likes to listen in while you're banging your road girls and to chat and laugh with them sometimes.

But this is the first time you've planned to go in on your infidelities together.

You look through the doorway. There they all are on the bed. Mary is on her usual side, then Taylor, stacked with T and A, longhaired, but too dark to see the shiny blonde color, and then Taylor's brother Tom, a normal looking young man. Tom's kicked off his covers and must be having some nice dreams because he's popped a good-sized hard-on in his sleep. That'll be a fine one to see in action, pounding Mary into touching Heaven as she says.

Your own dick rises in sympathy without any help from the little blue pills that Dr. Diddy sent you home with. You wonder if it's too early to take one. Probably fine, just in case. You tiptoe back to the bathroom, stroke your short beard to make sure there's nothing scratchy happening around the edges, brush your teeth, wash your face and take one of those little blue pills, noting the time.

What to do, what to do.

You have +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (your wife Mary).
You have 1 XP.

What's your next move?

• Sleep in, either behind Mary or snooze in a chair in the bedroom. Let Mary, Tom, and Taylor get things started. Maybe you'll wake up to Tom banging Mary or Taylor.
• Slip in behind Mary and whisper naughty thoughts in her ear, using MAKE HER BEG (2d6+1 from Submissive) for her to say what she wants, or tell you to go back to sleep.
• Sweet-talk Mary into getting the party started, using TELL HER that you want to eat her pussy or fuck her.