Greg's work

You sit down to eat some breakfast, toning out most of Greg's conversation.

"Damn," you hear him say after a while. "I thought I'd be able to stay away longer..." Silence for a few seconds. "I understand. Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes." Greg gives you an apologetic half-grin. "Sorry, Sport. Duty calls."

"You have to go to work?"

"Yeah, apparently it's an emergency." He rolls his eyes.

"Why don't you take Hannah with you?" You can't pass up on a day alone with Melanie.

"I don't know... There is a daycare, but that's more for single parents." Greg doesn't seem to be on board, but that's not a problem for you.

"Mom doesn't feel very well, so you really do need to take her." You put some **** into your voice, and it comes out as more of a command than a suggestion.

"Mmm." Greg doesn't seem bothered by the change in tone. "Alright, I might be late. I'll see you around eight or nine." With that he picks up Hannah and walks out to his car. You hear the door slam and the engine start, and just like that you're home alone with Melanie.

You decide that you should probably check on her after the **** you put her through last night. Finishing your food, you head back upstairs.

Melanie is completely naked as you enter, face-down on top of the bed sheets. You're shocked for a moment, before remembering that you specifically told her to "get out of her clothes." She stirs a little when you walk in, but doesn't lift her head from the pillow it's buried in.

"Mmgh... Hey, Babe," she mutters, yawning. "I know we haven't had sex for a few days, and I know you're feeling deprived, and... I'm really sorry." For whatever reason, she seems to think you're Greg. "I'm so tired I can barely move, but... You can take me from behind, if you want..." She shuffles forward a little, sticking her big booty up in the air while keeping her face in the pillow.