(18+) The Guest (Complete)

Ch. 91: Waltz

I woke up to the sound of our daughter crying, but I didn't have the energy to even think about getting up. So I elbowed Michael to wake him up. He wasn't that much of a heavy sleeper, but now he was passed out as a log. He barely grunted when I elbowed him the second time.

"Lilly's crying," I muttered, feeling how dry and sore my throat was. Probably from trying to keep myself from screaming too loud last night. I blushed just thinking about it.

"Michael, wake up. It's your turn."

"I wanna sleep a little bit longer, mother," he mumbled and turned around while pulling the duvet up to his ears. But I pulled it off just as fast.

"I said, your turn! And I'm not your mother."

I used my foot to shove him out of bed until he fell on the floor with a groan.

"Ow," I heard, and I couldn't keep myself from giggling into my pillow.

"I think you might have to take care of her the whole day, because I'm so sore I don't know how to get back and forth from the toilet."

That woke him up. With hair sticking out like a bird's nest and a crinkled sleepy face, he stared at me with satellite dish eyes.

"Did I mess you up that bad?" he exclaimed, and had to clear his voice to make it work better. I didn't mind the dark, husky one, though.

"No. But yes, I'm sore after you insisted to fill the whole tape with hardcore porn. What did you expect? I'm not a blowup doll."

"Jesus! I'm sorry, Ana. I didn't..."

"It's okay," I chuckled.

"Now go apologize to your daughter instead. She's been crying for a good five minutes."

He quickly got up and rushed out of the room, and I could hear his soft voice as he picked her up and tried to comfort her. When that didn't work, he came back into the bedroom and changed her diaper, with her laying on the bed. Lilly was still protesting loudly, obviously giving her dad a hard time trying to kick her new diaper away. And when they were all done, Michael placed her in my arms to silence her.

"I don't have breasts," he mumbled. Then he climbed over my legs and dumped down next to me, already in a coma before his head hit the pillow. I giggled inwardly and felt how Lilly settled into her favorite position, latched onto my nipple and clawed weakly at my chest, until I gave her my index finger. I watched her grip it with her tiny hand, and squeeze like if her life depended on it. She was so cute. She had her dad's brown eyes and my dark hair, straighter than Michael's natural curls, but still curly. She had my mouth, which was tiny until she smiled; the biggest and most beautiful smiles ever. And the sounds she made right now felt like a drug to a mother's heart. I loved it. Just like I loved the snoring man next to me.

I looked around in the room. It was a complete chaos. We could be pretty messy when we made love, but this... This was Mr. Diaz's work. There was a lamp on the floor and a knocked over glass with its content already absorbed by the carpet on the floor. I couldn't remember what it was, but it wasn't red wine, I could tell that much. One of the curtains was hanging as if someone had thrown it there, barely hitched to a hook on the wall, and I remembered clinging to it when Michael fucked me up against the wall next to the window. I ended up sitting on the windowsill, and I suddenly got anxious that someone had seen us. Hopefully not.

My bunny outfit was efficiently euthanized the same way Michael ripped my panties off on a regular basis, and I was actually a bit sad to know that we had to dispose it. Otherwise, it would have been a good memory for last night's shenanigans. Then again, we had a whole video where we could study every little detail.