A pleasant morning

Josh woke up slowly to the feeling of clenching on his erect penis. Sara was breathing heavily, thrusting herself on his cock, her vaginal muscles contracting on him.

As he was dragged gradually to wakefulness, the sensations on his cock became more vivid, more vibrant. Sara's wonton moaning worked its way inside of his head, driving his arousal upwards until he was pushed over the limit. He groaned loudly as he ejaculated inside her. She cried out. "Oh, fuck yes Josh! Oh yes!"

Sara came to a rest, and Josh reached around her once more to fondle a breast. "Good morning, sweetheart."

"I love sleeping with a cock inside me. I have the nicest dreams," she murmured happily. "And I get to wake you up the way I like the best," she smiled over her shoulder.

After a moment, Josh slipped his softening penis out of Sara's cunt. "Come on, we should get up. Gotta get started with the day." Sara begrudgingly got up --- at which point Josh noticed that the bedsheets were now made of polyester: when did that happen? --- and padded wearily but contentedly to the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed. Their combined juices slowly dripped from her pussy onto the linoleum floor. Josh followed.

Josh was somewhat surprised to see that his dining room table now had a glass top. Why would that change?

They ate a basic but relaxed breakfast. For the first time in a while, Josh saw Sara's nipples soften and relax. For his part, he was sexed out for the moment, but seeing Sara sitting casually topless, and only being playfully teased (rather than chided) about staring, deeply satisfied some remote corner of his brain. Sara seemed intent on her breakfast, but then he realized that she was staring through the glass table at his cock; she was ogling him too. She looked up, and smiled a grin that was somewhere between sheepish and impish.

Sara stood up from the table, and Josh gave her butt a feel as she walked past. "I'm going to the shower," she announced, as Josh finished breakfast.

The phone rang shortly after the shower started running. Josh picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Oh, hey Josh," sang the voice of Claire, Sara's best friend. This jolted Josh, because Claire didn't usually like Josh enough to speak to him in sing-song.

"Um, hi Claire. Hey, Sara's in the shower, do you want her to call back?"

"That's okay. I just wanted to ask if I could stay over the weekend! I miss my Sara, and I don't mind the way you taste either," she said teasingly. Josh's eyes went wide. What what what??

Not sure how to react, Josh went along with things. "Uh yeah, sure."

"Alrighty!" Claire sang back. "Tell Sara I'll be over the usual time this afternoon. See you later, stud!" she said, hanging up.

Wow. Josh was hard as a rock, his mind suddenly afloat with the idea of the formerly aloof Claire licking his cock in a closet somewhere. What would Claire know about how he tasted? Was he retroactively having an affair with Claire somehow? Does Sara have any idea what was going on?