I remember how surreal it seemed. My head was stuck somewhere between the dark of night and the fuzziness of predawn. I was completely sober now and found myself recalling the unlikely events of that night. I shivered with a sense of shame, then warmed and blushed when I released my thoughts were more like fantasy than memory.
I had slid down onto the floor beside the bed. I sat naked and soar, with semann sliding down my back and onto the floor. I could feel it sticking between my buttocks.
Bill was laying on the bed again and breathing loudly. His presence began to annoy me again. His hairy, fat presence. I had done everything I could to get my husband off his ass, letting his brother bang, face fuck, and backdoor me. Bill had probably lived out every dorky, middle aged fantasy on me.
I turned back around to the bed and shifted up onto my knees. I found myself unexpectedly smiling in amusement. In the shadowed bedroom, I could see Bill’s limp penis lying flaccidly over his fat thigh. I suppose I had let myself live out a few fantasies too.