The Morning After
It was about 6 a.m. the next morning when Clarisse began moving
in bed again. Her right hand went in the direction where she expected
her husband would be, beside her in bed. Clarisse jerked back, her eyes
still closed. What was that? No Joseph? She couldn't believe it, so she
felt once again. No, that couldn't be! Suddenly her eyes were wide
open. She looked to her right side, the place beside her was empty. She
looked around the room, wondering if perhaps he had gotten up earlier
without causing her to awaken. But no, she didn't see him anywhere in
the room. She called, "JOSEPH!" Maybe he was in the
bathroom? No answer.
Then a thought shot through her head. He wouldn't have left her and
retired to his old room? 'No, No!' Clarisse shook her head.
'No, he wouldn't do that!' But where was he and why had he left her
alone? Questions upon questions. Clarisse didn’t think she
had done anything .... but then she remembered her dream.
Although things were still hazy, and she had no remembrance of REALLY
touching him, she thought of the ambiguous dream she had had because
she missed her husband.
"Oh, heavens, Clarisse! What kind of unbelievable erotic dream
was that? Having sex with Joseph in the dining room of my
family’s summer chalet? Oh, my God! In that dream I
completely lost my senses, devoted myself willing to him and lost my
innocence when I wasn't betrothed nor married to him. Heavens, I don't
want to think about what would have happened with Prince Charming had
my father come upon us while he was making love to me!"
Yes, both had been young, but that wasn't an excuse for both being
driven so wildly and sexually together without being married.
Nothing could hold her in bed any longer. Clarisse had only one
thought. "I have to find Joseph because I need and want him right now."
She got out of the bed. Before making her way out of the bedroom, she
came across Joseph's slippers. She stopped. "Wait a minute. If
his slippers are here, then he can't be that very far away." Then it
hit her. "The living room! Of course! Why haven't I thought of that
sofa before?"
She hurried to the living room door which wasn't completely closed.
Stepping in, she found him peacefully slumbering on the sofa with a
very mischievous smile on his lips.
"Mhm! Must find out what he is dreaming to give him such a mischievous
smile on his lips." Clarisse approached the sofa, leaned down and
placed a very sweet kiss on Joseph's forehead.
Not prepared for what was happening, Joseph's arms reached out, his
hands gripped her by her waist and he pulled her in his embrace.
Clarisse stumbled and landed face down on top of her husband. "Joseph!"
she cried, full of surprise.
Hearing a cry and feeling something on top of him, Joseph's eyes were
suddenly wide open. Slightly bewildered, he asked in surprise.
"Clarisse, what the hell are you doing here on top of me?"
Smiling, she answered. "Counter question! Why are you sleeping here on
this sofa and not in our bed?" She giggled because she immensely
enjoyed lying in his arms on top of him.
Joseph was very astonished over her question. Could it really be that
she didn't know what she had done in her sleep? 'Oh well, she really
wants to play the innocent. Now wait!' he thought. "You really
ask me why I slept here?"
"YES!"
"So, you want to tell me you didn't know what you did in your deep
sleep?" he began teasing her.
"No!" she cried, completely innocent.
"Oh well, but before I tell you what you did, you had better tell me
first what you were dreaming last night that caused you to do what you
did." He began to provoke her because now he really wanted to
know what his beautiful Clarisse had been dreaming about.
"Joseph!" She gasped again when feeling his right hand pulling
her nightgown a bit higher. She knew what he wanted. She could feel his
arisen hardness between her legs. "Alright!" she said. "I'll tell you,
but then you'll tell me your story. Agreed!"
"Agreed!" his right hand went under her nightgown.
Clarisse began telling him all about her very erotic dream and Joseph
listened spellbound while his right hand continued travelling up the
inside of her right leg.
After she had finished, Joseph wasn't astonished any more as to why she
had touched him so intimately. "Oh. my beautiful queen, my love.
No wonder you touched my manliness so passionately in your sleep
without noticing it."
Clarisse face was priceless when hearing that. "I did what?" She
couldn't believe it. Suddenly she moaned when feeling his right hand
near her center. "Joseph! Make love to me right now."
"Oh well, it seems you really need it after that erotic dream, queen of
my heart."
It came about how it was meant to be. Both got undressed very quickly.
Joseph pulled her into his embrace again, their lips met and they
kissed, full of passion. He swept her up in his arms and laid her down
on the sofa. His right hand cupped one breast and began caressing
it. Clarisse moaned. Now Joseph lay on top of her. She
could feeling his arisen hardness between her legs. "Oh, my very
beautiful, Clarisse."
Placing sweet kisses on her shoulder, his mouth began travelling down
her body, teasing her left hardened nipple with his lips. Clarisse
moaned again. "Joseph, please make love to me."
He felt her wetness beneath him. He couldn't resist her any longer.
Slowly he entered her. Their bodies went under fire. Their love was
reflected in their eyes.
Suddenly there was a frantic knock at the bedroom door and Mia's voice
could be heard. "Grandma, are you and Joseph still up?"
"Damn it!" Joseph yelled and continued with a softer voice. "Can't I
simply make love to my wife whenever I want without being disturbed by
anyone?" He saw it reflected in Clarisse’s eyes that
she was feeling the same. Annoyed, Joseph yelled again,
"Mia, your grandma and I are still up but we are not to be disturbed
for the next three days. Did I make that clear?"
"Sorry!" came Mia's abashed voice back and then there was silence.
"Where was I? Oh yes." he continued kissing his queen all over
her body again and Clarisse moaned.
Nobody ventured to disturb the loving for the next three days.
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