When Tom awoke, Jenny still lay on the living room sofa, asleep on her stomach. Her long black hair and sweet face was matted with dried semen, and her clothes lay bundled on the floor. A blanket lay d****d over her round backside, with her legs spread and a cushion still under her belly. Her breathing was still and soft, and the only other sound was the slight creaking of the floor-boards as he approached her. As he looked down on her barely covered curves, Tom felt a strange mix of emotions. Anger, some jealousy, some pride. They had talked about taking part in an orgy, but she never asked… 続きを読む

I awoke slowly, lying on one of the living room sofas. Still dressed, still quite drunk, the room was stuffy and hot. There were low moans. Wet sounds belonging in a porn flick, people groaning, hips smacking against one another. Some male voices and one female. The male voices were vaguely familiar, the female… Nina? My wife! Suddenly it all came back to me, the party and the packed apartment, how people had started to leave in the small hours. I remembered how my timid little Nina had played the hostess, for once the centre of attention. She had put her best dress on, a low-cut black summer… 続きを読む