Just the four of us...

The chill of the morning breeze blew in through the window, billowing the thin curtains. Richard looked down at his wife, who lay on her side, her hands pressed underneath her pillow. Softly he stroked the goosebumps on her shoulder with his palm, hearing her sigh as she slept. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder and brushed away a lock of her blonde hair to kiss her neck. He loved the way Lisa smelled in the morning, he had told her once, but she had just though that it was strange. When he kissed her neck again, noticing her eyes flutter as she finally awoke, he pulled her against his chest, holding her in his arms. Lisa swatted his hand away, groaning with her face scrunched, and rolled away from him. "It's too early for all that, let me sleep." Richard sighed, turning on to his back and staring up at the ceiling. He had been awake so long, he didn't even know if it was early, sleep had evaded him almost the entire night, the presence on the other side of the wall ever on his mind...

A hand slid up her body, gripped her breast tightly and groped her carelessly. Jean suppressed a moan, mindful of the people on the other side of the wall, her wife seemed to not to care too much. Amy remained hidden underneath the covers and greedily devoured her pussy, as she hadn't done in ages. Sure, they'd had plenty of sex, but the way that Amy ate her out, fucking her with her fingers and sucking on her clit as if determined to have her orgasm knock her out, was something she hadn't done since they first started dating. Jean couldn't hold back any longer, she bit her lower lip as another **** moan escaped. She pushed her hand in Amy's hair, held her down between her legs, squeezing her with her thighs. Amy did not let up, masterfully controlling her body until Jean's vision went blurry and her body convulsed. She was sure that Richard and Lisa had heard her curse when she reached the peak of her ecstasy, but she suddenly couldn't care anymore. A tear ran down her cheek, she both giggled and sobbed, not knowing which emotion she was actually feeling. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, as Amy kissed her up and down, from her pussy to her neck and to her lips. Jean pushed a strand of red hair away from her wife's face, feeling her cheeks glow as she leant down to kiss her again. Amy smiled, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, the other still in between Jean's legs, rubbing small circles on her sensitive clit. "Good morning, my love."