David at Dawn

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I'm lying in pitch black. I put my hand to my head, which is thumping and throbbing from last night. The shutters on the window are doing their job of ensuring total darkness and I can't even see my hand an inch from my face. Bucket loads of alcohol, dancing singing and hilarity eventually caused me to crash out somewhere. I've no idea where. There's no point opening my eyes, there's nothing to see, and even this effort starts to remind my aching brain of last night's abusive partying. Wherever I am, I'm naked. I nearly always sleep naked. I find my bra uncomfortable at night, and knickers invariably rise up too far as I sleep, so I prefer being naked. I suspect I'm not alone either. I don't even know if I'm on a bed, a sofa, the floor... God, for all I know I could be on a fucking spaceship. And right now I don't care. I'm not even having these thoughts right now. I'm just trying to rest in comfort and let nature take its course with my aching head. I can hear breathing noises. As I lay on my left hand side, someone's close behind me. David. It has to be David. My loyal hubbie. Even after last night's heavy drinking and debauchery he didn't leave me alone. Last night had been the celebration of our first wedding anniversary. That much I remember. Yeah... it's gotta be David. Avoiding moving my body from my comfy position, stretched out on my side, I let my right hand flop back and find his stomach. Assured it's David, I leave it there and let myself drift off back into my coma. A slight ringing still fills my ears from the club last night and I halfheartedly wonder where all of the other 20 odd people who had come to our place for the after party are now. Feeling my hand on him, David stirs a little, takes my hand in his and slides it down to place it just where his mound of curly pubic hairs start. He's perhaps a little more awake than I'd expected but I'm still far from being ready to leave my daze. Without being too brusque, I take my hand back, but David doesn't care. Reacting probably through pure instinct, in his own alcohol clouded daze, he follows my hand and rolls onto his side, pressing against my back, his semi-hard cock nestling right at the top of my thighs. Nothing unusual there. Typical david. Actually... typical guy! His arms fold over me, and he holds me, his hand gently effleuring my nipple and settling lightly on the lower part of my breast, cupping me. I'm looking forward to happily drifting back to sleep, with my lover at my side. This is what happens too, for a little while, but David seems to have other plans. His presence at the top of my thigh is becoming ever more evident, and he lifts my right thigh for just a second, long enough to place his solid shaft right against the entrance to my pussy. My lips are folded around his solidity and it was as if I was placing a gentle kiss right on his gland. It was very pleasant, but perhaps not the plan I'd had at that particular moment. Well... I hope he goes gently with me at least. His hands began to wake up too. Whereas he was simply holding me, David's now beginning to knead and rub my breasts, circling around my nipples, and squeezing softly. His left arm has slid under me, and his hand wrapped right round to my inner thigh. All of this is happening slowly, and silently, without any rush. He has his body pressed against my back now, spoons-style. I'm still concussed and disoriented, and only partly aware of what's going on, but I understand enough. Normally around this moment I'd think about swatting him like an annoying child, and tell him to wait until later. But... this is our 366th day as man and wife. Day one of year two. How could I really refuse him? I decide I'm going to let myself fall slightly forwards, just enough to mean that by separating my thighs, I could give his left hand access to where it wanted to go. But still without really obliging myself to make any strenuous physical effort. I'm definitely not up to that yet! I can really feel the weight in ny exhausted muscles, but I persevere and push my right leg forward, and just as planned, his fingers make their way, gently stroking, straight to the warm and still sleepy lips between my thighs. But before his fingers are able to begin their gentle up-and-down stroking to try and lure out the moisture hiding inside me, another surprise awaits me. My leg brushes up against something. No ... Someone. Right there in front of me. My toes had connected with someone's leg. I keep it still just for a moment, suddenly seriously confused. Frozen, invisible in the darkness. It's someone's leg, I'm sure of it. Their thigh, and it was hairy, so definitely a guy. Who the fuck is here with me and David? Where are we anyway?

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