It was early in the morning - still dark. "Robert" and I were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. He looked rough... tired, bleary-eyed, his hair a mess. His shirt was wrinkled and his collar was twisted. He had to get back though, so I'd gotten-up to make him coffee and see him off.

Robert is my wife's lover. They've been fucking on and off for about thirty years - since college. He'd come down to hang-out for the night while his wife was away visiting her mother with their kid, but Robert needed to get home before his wife did.

"Sleep?" I asked.

Robert sipped his coffee - said, "Some... not enough."

"She snores," I said.

Robert said, "Boy, she sure does."

"It's not usually so bad," I said, "Almost always when she drinks."

"Those were good margaritas though," Robert said - he leaned back and stretched his arms wide.

"How long will it take you to get back?" I asked.

"Couple hours," He said, relaxing - resting his elbows on the table, "Less probably - this early in the morning."

"You'll text?"

Robert nodded, "I'll let you all know when I'm back."

It was then that my wife, Daisy, came down. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her eyes puffy, face marked by a fold in the pillowcase. All she was wearing was my undershirt - worn inside-out. Her pubic hair was visible beneath the hem of her shirt and her big breasts jiggled pendulously as she stumbled into the kitchen. Her thighs and ass wobbling appealingly. Her nipples stood hard beneath the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She was barefoot.

"Good morning," I said.

She smiled in my direction and moved over to the coffee maker. Robert and I watched as she reached into the cupboard to retrieve a mug - it lifted the hem of her t-shirt even more to expose her naked butt... the cellulite visible in the dim morning light.

She poured herself coffee, then moved over to the fridge to retrieve cream. When her coffee was the color she liked she joined us at the kitchen table. She sat down and, holding the mug in both hands, took a careful sip.

Robert said, "Morning."

She smiled at him, but didn't say anything.

After several minutes of silence and when my wife had had enough coffee to appear coherent I said, "He's gonna leave soon."

Daisy set her mug down, "You'll text when you're back."

Robert nodded, "I will. Promise."

Daisy said, "You take a shower?"

Robert shook his head, "I will when I get home."

Daisy put her hand on Robert's forearm and looked at him, "Take a shower. When you get home, wash your clothes... then take another shower."

Robert looked at her skeptically.

Daisy said, "She'll smell us on you."

Robert looked at me, "Seriously?"

"You want to risk your wife finding out?" I asked, "Better do as she says."

Robert stood-up and leaned over to give my wife a big kiss on the mouth. They made-out noisily for a long moment, Robert reaching down to take hold of Daisy's breast - fondling its mass, pulling on the nipple gently. He pulled away and looked down at her - still holding her breast, "You're always looking out for me... thanks."

Daisy smiled bashfully, "Go on... go shower."

Robert went upstairs. After a moment we heard the water going.

I looked at my wife.

Daisy drank her coffee and looked back at me.

"You sleep?"

"Not much," She said, "Bed was crowded."

I stood-up. Picking-up Robert's empty coffee mug and taking it over to the sink, I said, "We should get a bigger bed," I said.

"You keep saying that," Daisy said, "But we haven't yet."

"You were snoring into Robert's ear most of the night."

"You didn't seem to mind spooning," She said.

We looked at each other.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Bit sore, but... yeah... I'm okay," Daisy said, "You okay?"

"I'm okay," I said - stuffing my jealous feelings about Robert, "You're sore?"

"You two weren't very gentle," Daisy said, "My ass hurts and my cervix feels bruised."

"You didn't say anything," I said, "Were we too rough?"

Daisy sighed and stretched, putting her knuckles against the sides of her neck and leaning way back, arching her back hard, "Not rough, just... relentless."

We looked at each other for a long time.

Then I said, "You loved it."

Daisy smirked, "I did."