Time to get up

"That kinda... Killed the mood." She sighed, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

We lay there, and I slowly came down from my state of heightened arousal as we cuddled.

"I don't think she was trying to embarrass you." I said, holding Helen again in my arms. "She was just letting us know she knew we were awake."

"I wasn't really embarrassed, just surprised." Helen replied. "And you don't have to cover for a gal I'm fucking. That was a little Rude."

"I have to admit something." I smirked lightly as I looked her naked form over.

"Shoot."

"For a second there, I was hoping she'd offer to join us."

Helen looked at me with a sour look on her features. She cocked an eyebrow at me, before her pursed lips turned up in a sweet and sexy grin.

"Yeah, that would've been hot. Not what I wanted to talk about, but Hot." She chuckled. "You want me to call her back?"

"**** by Blonde... Very tempting."

"Or I could always get Charlotte in here and make it **** by Dyke." She Grinned at me and winked.

"Or all three of you and make it **** by Sheer Exhaustion."

"Don't get greedy." Helen laughed. "Get your ass up."

Helen lowered her face and again we kissed, that soft intimate juncture. It was a kiss that kindled my passion and my more cerebral desires for her equally. Despite the slight sting, I felt a throb in my cock as her lips pulled back.

"You're right, We better get up, before she drags in a bowl of water." I warned Helen, rolling to the side to grasp at scattered clothing.

"She'd do that? Rude." Helen groaned.

Helen had fortunately not bothered to gather up her clothes after the last time that she had undressed in there, so it was fairly easy for both of us to make ourselves presentable in short order.

"Well, no, but she jokes about it." I chuckled. "Usually when she does it means that she wants me to do something and I'm obviously dawdling."

To me, Helen dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt was just as sexy as Helen naked, if not more so. There was something about seeing that unapproachable and tough exterior, and knowing fully the sensual and desirable woman beneath it.

"Still. She could just SAY it." Helen grumbled. "Charlotte does that crap too and it drives me crazy."

With a final peck, we exited into the hall, lit by the dim outside light. There was fog this morning, deep and thick. It obscured the details of the outside, as we walked to the main room.

Charlotte and Kaila sat at the table, upon which four plates had been set. They had made us breakfast, I realized as I greeted my wife with a smile. She looked up at me winningly, and rose from the table to give me a solid, forceful hug. With no regard for the others in the room, Kaila kissed me, almost as eagerly as she had in the very first week of our marriage. It was amazing how eager she was, her hand dropping to give my butt a playful squeeze.