The Party: The Denouement
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
After a rough and wild time, Rob and Dawn finally realize there is spice left in their sex life, and Trisha is more than happy to have been the one to show that to them.
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She bites her lip, even as she makes that suggestion, but then kisses Dawn tenderly on the cheek.
Rob shakes his head, rubbing it tenderly. It throbs as all of his energy leaves his body, leaving him unable to even pick himself up. Trisha squats down, holding out a small plastic cup and a couple pills. “Here you go. It's ibuprofen, don't worry. Just a little something to get through those aches.
Rob takes it quickly and gasps, blinking as he looks at Trisha.
“Trisha, I… I don't known what came over me—I…"
She presses her finger to his lips and hushes him. “Shh… you did well, Rob, dear. Don't squander the moment by trying to be chivalrous. You're a real party animal, and you should be glad you got to work that out of your system. Not every man gets the opportunity to become the fuck machine that nature intended him to be. Of course…" she says, rubbing her belly, “maybe you did get a little too carried away…" she says this with a smirk.
“O… oh no…" his eyes widen at the implication, but Trisha leans in and kisses his cheek.
“Don't you worry about it. I doubt anything will come of it." She wraps her arm around him and comes in under his own arm. “Now then, it's time for you and Dawn to get some rest."
She slips a bit as she hoists him up, but he grips onto her shoulder, stumbling to his feet. “You'll be needing a shower when you wake up. You're more than welcome to use one of ours, but for now, you should rest." With those words, she tenderly lowers him onto the bed, facing his wife.
Rob smiles, seeing Dawn there, and grabs his wife, pulling her in close. Almost immediately afterwords, he, too, drifts off into the land of dreams.
Trisha rolls her eyes and staggers on over to the control dial.
She spins the knob all the way down to zero before she presses the button.
Once more, the Bed Beast whirs to life, but in a much more silent option. Its hands rise up out from the walls and gently slide along the sleeping bodies as other hands peel down the stained sheets. With expert maneuverability, the Beast lifts the sleepers and places the blankets over top of them. Then, more hands come out, tucking the covers around their body. By the time the air conditioning kicks in, turning to the optimal temperature for two warm bodies snuggled under the blankets to have a nice and fulfilling good night's sleep.
Trisha eschews her kimono as she closes the door and instead just goes through her house in her birthday suit. The help will most certainly have their work cut out for them cleaning up the mess left behind by all of the party goers, and she is too tired to really care about the remaining bits of Rob she drops onto the floor.
Gingerly, she leans against the banister and takes step after careful step down the stairs, her bare feet padding along the stairs without making much of a sound.
Down on the ground floor, some couples elected to also spend the night, either of their own accord or from passing out from the Bacchanal they participated in. Trisha shakes her head as she sees a pair of lovely ladies, a feline and a human, sprawled out on the couch, losing themselves in the middle of a 'bathing' session. There's also an older couple, leaning against one other, having found each other once again after a day of switching partners over and over again. The sight brings a flutter to the woman's heart. Despite her selfish intentions, this newest party was quite the success for everyone involved.
She delights in the cool floor of the kitchen and stands on her tip-toes to get herself a teapot and one of her packets. As she does, two strong arms wrap around her as the rough familiarity of her hubbie's beard scratches at her shoulders. His deep and wonderful voice resonates through her very soul.
“Mm… just got off of the phone with the nanny," he says, his hands traveling down along her stomach, just enjoying her touch.
She gets back down to her feet and pours herself some water, putting the teapot on the stove. “Yeah? Was the phone sex fun?"
He chuckles. “Nah, she was too bushed for that. Though she said she was going to livestream in the early AM before the kids wake up."
“Naughty girl," Trisha says, shaking her head. “Quite the nympho. She'd be in such trouble if it weren't for us."
“You know it," he says, burying his lips against her neck. He presses hard against her, not wanting to let go, but eventually, he settled for wanting to speak some more. “So, how'd it go with Dawn? You got yourself your goddess yet?"
“Not yet, but I'm close," Trisha says. “She actually got to take Hugo."
“I'm impressed. How about Cicero?"
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, we've made such strides already. I don't think I need to whip him out. Besides, I'm tired, dear. I just want to relax and drink some tea."