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My wife likes going out, is energized by people. I am exhausted by people, have been dealing with people all day, need sleep, have no interest in this party, coworkers of my wife's, people I don't know. My wife, always looking out for my best interest, is letting me sleep as long as possible, thinks I am a much sounder sleeper than I actually am, does not realize I am watching her change, her naked back to me, a good strong back, curving down into wide hips and up into graceful shoulders, pale beneath the bounce of the curly dark hair which hides her arching neck. I love her back, love to watch her back, the ripple of muscle as she shrugs her shoulders, the tension as she nears orgasm. She starts to turn, revealing a curve of breast, and I feign sleep once more.

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My wife is shaking me awake. So much for feigning. My clothes are laid out on the bed. I dress, dreading the evening, the sound of voices, children, my wife's, a young woman, drifting past me from the front hall. Stumbling downstairs I am introduced to the babysitter, tall, slender, blond, unquestionably naughty, apparently lives down the street. Even half-asleep I must fight the urge to grab and kiss her. Outside a horn blows, a cab, relieves us of the need to watch our drink consumption. Drink sounds good, though my wife drinks to socialize and I drink to escape. The back seat of the cab is warm and cozy, my wife is cuddly, the babysitter in my mind has her mouth locked around my aching cock.

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Too much damn shaking! Time to exit the cab. Pay the cabbie. Wallet where? Ah, jacket pocket. My wife shakes her head at me, slightly exasperated. She is cutest in that state. I follow her, slightly sheepish, shuddering in the cold dark between the cab and the front steps of a house that looks oddly like my own, only bigger, brighter, grander. Some day we will have friends who live in other kinds of homes. The host and hostess follow the same pattern, slightly taller, stronger, more elegant, blonder than ourselves. And yet my wife, as usual, is catching the attention, and I am left to fend for myself. I follow our hostess to the drink table, challenging myself to melt her icy elegance, warm her up, reveal the passionate horney slut I know she has in her. Not because I knew her well, mind you, just because I assume that all women keep that part of themselves bottled up inside. Fortified with a warm drink, a beautiful challenging woman trying to be polite to me, and my wife on the other side of the room flirting away, I feel my tongue loosen, hear my words babble, feel my feet disconnect from the floor. Fortified with a second drink I lose interest in the voices, concentrate on the shapes of the faces, on the colors, on the way the wall moves all by itself...

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to more shaking. Story of my day. Not taking it anymore, gonna lie here and rest no matter how hard they shake me. They'll give up soon. Or pick me up. One big person, maybe two, carrying me somewhere. I wonder where they're taking me. To my own house, somewhere in this house that looks like my house? Will I be able to tell the difference? Do I care? Wonder where my wife is. Oh I see, giving instructions, as usual...

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We seem to be stuck in a loop. I'm watching my wife's naked back again. We must be home, though I can't remember the ride at all, or being carried in, or put in bed. Who carried me all that way? Who drove? Where's the babysitter? The young woman's voice floats in opportunely, saying thank you, leaving the house, door closing behind her. Wife's here, naked, looking unusually chipper for a woman whose husband passed out drunk at a party. Who paid the sitter? I wanted to pay her, damn it! I wanted to flirt with her, I wanted to walk her home! Nuts. Big voice now, asking questions, how I am, that kind of thing. Ought to thank him. Can't seem to raise my head or open my mouth, or even keep my eyes open. Shaking again. What the hell is it with the shaking? Only it's gentle this time, like she doesn't really mean it, my lovely wife, sitting next to me on the bed, calling my name softly, lovely voice, really, makes me want to close my eyes, lovely naked wife, pronouncing me out of it it, fast asleep, gone for hours yet. Can't argue with that...

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Something's not adding up, can't think what, force the eyes open, narrow slits, get my bearings. I'm looking toward the couch at the other side of the room, at her back again, her naked back, her strong back, curving gracefully into slender shoulders, black curls bouncing, neck exposed, neck hidden, neck exposed, neck hidden, beautiful sight, love her back, curving down into wide hips, obscured by hands, big hands, strong hands, holding her hips, cupping her ass, bouncing her up again, the bottoms of her feet on either side of hairy naked legs I've never seen before. Every time she rises up and plunges down I see the long angry red shaft of flesh where it enters her, I hear her small whimpering cries, I recognize the tension in her back as she nears orgasm. Love that sight. Love that back. Lovely woman. Need to sleep now.

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