You wake up sore but satisfied

Gradually, reluctantly, you begin to stir. Your body aches and your head is pounding. Even with your eyes closed, you can no longer ignore the daylight streaming into the room. Unable to will the sun back down for a few more hours of much needed sleep, you squint through blurry vision at your surroundings while you slowly piece together the events of last night. Trying to sit up, your limbs feel heavy. No, not heavy... relaxed. Last night's sex with both Rosie and Ivy has left you feeling very, very satisfied... and also quite sore. Wincing in pain as you finally manage to sit up, the blurred outline of someone turns to face you. As you blink and rub your eyes, your vision sharpens. Looking up, you see Ivy standing near the bed flashing you that enigmatic smile of hers. An unbuttoned flannel shirt hangs loosely on her tall thin frame, keeping her small perky breasts covered for the moment but likely to flutter open and expose her nipples as she moves around. Your eyes drift down her torso and stop at her waist as you notice she's wearing... your underwear? Shaking your head and blinking, you look again at her crotch and clearly see the underwear you were wearing last night hugging her hips and containing her package.

"Wha... hey! Those are mine!" you say in protest.

"Finders, keepers. I found them on the floor, so I'm keeping them," she says teasingly. "Besides, I think they look better on me, don't you think so?" She twirls around slowly, giving you a full view of her crotch, hips, upper thighs, and ass tucked away neatly under the same fabric you were wearing only hours ago. Her flannel shirt lifts up and flutters around her breasts as she spins, making it even harder for you to disagree with her. They do look better on her barely clothed body.

"Okay, fine," you grumble, "but what am I supposed to wear?"

"Here, I'll trade you," she says as she hands you the mint green panties she wore under her mini dress yesterday. You stare at her incredulously for several seconds, waiting for her to tell you she was only kidding. Instead, the infuriatingly cryptic smile on her lips only broadens. Inwardly admitting defeat, you let out a sigh of exasperation as you reluctantly take the panties. The fabric feels smooth and silky, and you take a moment to run them across your fingertips before finally swallowing your pride and stepping into them one leg at a time. They're surprisingly comfortable and snug without feeling tight or restrictive. After the action you had last night, the smooth fabric feels soothing on your more tender bits. Ivy stifles a giggle as you check yourself out in the mirror over the dresser.

"Alright, stud. As much as I love watching you model in my panties, it's time for you to get dressed," she says as she hands you the rest of your clothes from yesterday.

"So, where's Rosie?" you ask as you pull on your shirt, noticing that you haven't seen or heard her at all since you woke up.

"She woke up early and went for a run. She said she had to clear her head," Ivy explains, her smile fading a little. "She... she's not cool with how you slept with both of us the way you did, going from one bed to the other. Plus, she's mad at herself for sleeping with a married man... and liking it."

That last part catches your attention. "Oh?"

"Yeah, I've seen the porn she watches and the trashy romance novels she reads. She has a fetish for married men. Whenever she sleeps with one though, she gets upset with herself for at least a week. It's... probably best if you give her some space at work for a while."

"Oh," you say with understanding and a bit of sadness in your voice. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Ivy shakes her head as she cuts you off, "Don't apologize. Last night was amazing, and I know for a fact that she hasn't had sex that good in a long time. It's just... she needs to get over her hang-ups about what's right and wrong and let herself enjoy what makes her happy."

You mull over that last sentence for a moment before asking Ivy, "Does it bother you at all that I'm married?"

"Pfffft," she says as she waves her hand dismissively, "Most of the men I've fucked were married. They're usually much more interested in getting a taste of girl-cock than single men are, probably because they can't get it from their wives back home."

Thinking about this, you nod in understanding as she continues. "If you're cheating on your wife when we fuck, that's your business, not mine. Why should I let it bother me?"

"Yeah, I think that makes sense," you say, realizing Ivy's views on sex are very similar to your own.

"Anyway, you should probably leave before she gets back," Ivy says as she walks you to the door.

"Let me see your phone." Before you can even think to as her why, you find yourself unlocking your phone and handing it to her. She takes it, types a number into your contacts, and hands it back to you.

"There, if you ever need a break from pussy, just send me a text." Before you can respond, she leans in and gives you a soft, sensual kiss. "See you around, babe."

"See you around," you respond, a little dazed.

Your footsteps feel lighter than usual as you walk back to your car. Reaching into your pocket for your keys, you're surprised to find a wadded up piece of fabric. As you pull it out of your pocket, you realize it's Rosie's panties from last night. Smiling to yourself, you twirl the crimson red thong between your fingertips before stuffing it back into your pocket and retrieving your keys.

The drive home gives you some time to think. You're sorry you hurt Rosie's feelings by sleeping with Ivy too, but you don't regret doing it. You just hope that things aren't going to be too awkward in the office next week. You should probably wait at least that long before contacting Ivy too. She made a really good point about married men wanting what their wives can't give them at home. Is that why you find her so alluring? Maybe so. You also wonder if the same sort of thing is true for Suzy. Does she ever want things that you can't give her? You know she used to fool around with other women before you two got married. Do you suppose she misses it? Maybe so. Does she also miss those threesomes and gangbangs from her college days she used to tell you about? Do you think she would want to do that again? The thought of her having wild sex with other women, couples, and large groups of men is making you very horny. Would you want to watch, or would you rather hear about it afterwards? How would you feel if she didn't tell you at all? The more you think about these questions, the less sure you are of the answers.

It's about 7:30 in the morning by the time you get home. Thankfully, it's the weekend and you can sleep in. Last night was incredible, but your body needs rest. Not even bothering to check the messages on your phone, you climb upstairs, strip off your clothes and toss the panties aside, crawl into bed, and catch a couple more hours of asleep.