Of course, we ended up having a fight. It was just some stupid thing, about who was supposed to bring the cans in on garbage day, but neither of us was in the mood to talk to each other let alone have sex by the time we climbed into bed. I just left my new toy tucked into my night table and didn’t say anything about it.

I fell right asleep, and probably would have slept the whole night through without hearing John, but I woke up from a dream about Kelly. It was almost like waking from a nightmare, jolted, eyes wide, but my hands were between my legs, my pussy pulsing in response. I realized it was a wet dream, and I remembered Kelly was lying on the bench in the locker room at the gym, her legs spread. I had her vibrator in my hand, and I was fucking her with it. She kept asking me to use my tongue, but I was afraid.

I woke up hearing her moaning in my head as she climaxed, and realized that the bed was shaking-it wasn’t just me. John was masturbating. I smiled, closing my eyes again, listening to his hand shuttle up and down his shaft. He was unaware of me, I knew. He was too used to me sleeping through it all.

“Oh, yeah, baby, spread that ass for me,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, getting into his fantasy. My hand was still tucked between my legs, and I edged my finger between my lips as I listened to him, searching out my clit.

“Come on, let me lick it.” His hand moved faster, the bed vibrating. The thought of John licking pussy from behind was exciting. “Let me shove my tongue in your ass.” My finger froze against my clit and I think I even stopped breathing. Where was he imagining putting his tongue? His breathing was very fast, and I heard him grunt and stop moving. I knew, from listening to him before, that he hadn’t come. He waited a few moments, and I listened to his breath slow while I nudged my clit with my finger, thinking about what I’d just heard.

His hand started moving again, and I strained to hear him whispering in the dark.