Morning reflections

A sleeping, satisfied woman is a sight that always has made me feel good. Helen's face was marked by calm contentment; her mouth was slightly upturned and her head lay against my arm. I watched, not wanting to wake her, as the pale light illuminated the lines of her face. I had awoken as the light spilled into the room, and had taken the opportunity to reflect and think.

Admittedly, as it was morning, I was stiff again. Her warm breath against my skin reminded me of the previous night, and what we had done together. She had told me she loved me.

I didn't know how she could love me. I still had no idea why Kaila loved me, so for Helen to feel the same way was beyond baffling. I knew I loved Helen, and wanted her to be happy, but to have those feelings returned was mind-boggling to me.

And they both loved Charlotte. That was harder to take, but it wasn't impossible. In my mind, I saw a square with a line connecting two of the corners. That was our relationship. Charlotte and I were at the opposite edges, connected only through the other women.

Holding Helen, I momentarily thought about what it would be like to make love to Charlotte. Her soft breasts in my hands, and her lush body pressed against mine. I shook the thought away, and looked back at the silent figure of Helen. I did love her, and here I was, thinking about another woman.

Now that was stupid. I already was with another woman. In the strictest sense of the word, I had just committed adultery. But I didn't feel guilty at all. In fact, I was excited by the thought of flaunting society's bullshit rules to be with someone that I cared about. I had not betrayed my wife; she knew and approved. I had not hurt Helen, as evidenced by her smile and calm features.

So why did I feel like I should feel guilty?

I closed my eyes, and attempted to think on something else. Helen immediately came to mind. There was so much I didn't know about her. There were so many questions I wanted to ask. I was tempting to wake her and barrage her with even more conversations than we'd had the previous night, but I knew that she needed to sleep.

"Brent?" Helen's voice woke me form the shallows of sleep that I had begun to descend into.

"Hmm?"

"You're poking me."

My erection was pressing into her stomach, I realized, and I turned onto my back. Her skin against my cock was just as arousing as it had been the night before. I had never been with two women in this short a time frame in my life, and it seemed to have awakened a hunger for their bodies in my own.

"Better?" I mumbled. She nodded, her eyes still closed, and slid her thigh up on mine, in an eerie mirror of one of my wife's gestures.

"Yeah... But now..." She opened her gray eyes, looking at me sleepily. "I feel... kinda... you know..."

"Now?" I asked, as she slid her head along my chest like a cat nuzzling its head against a beloved leg. She nodded, her soft cheek bringing a heated flush to my skin.