Crazy Post-Covid Weekend: Sunday Wouldn’t End - part 1, Corrine interrupts Eric and Melissa’s plans. by Silver Sea. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  We were about an hour from my house when Melissa fell asleep in the car. We should roll into the driveway just before 9:00, I thought. I had fun tossing the Lotus through the corners on the country roads. Melissa rested soundly, her hand at some point left my thigh and sat in the space between us. The silence gave me time to replay my crazy weekend. Nikki, Corrine, Patricia. I went into the weekend anticipating some exceptional Sunday night lovemaking with Melissa. Instead, I had fucked three married women, sampled three mouths and fucked an ass. Crazy. All of them, exceptional women who claimed they weren’t getting their sexual needs met by their husbands. Crazy. Just crazy, in these times when people were locked in their house together. I eagerly anticipated my upcoming love-making with Melissa. The first time we stopped was at a red light about ten blocks from my house. When the car came to a halt, Melissa woke up in that groggy way passengers often do after a long nap. She blinked her eyes and stretched. “Wow. Where are we?” Melissa said looking around trying to get her bearings. “Hi gorgeous.” “Um. Hello handsome.” Melissa said shifting in her seat looking around. “Wow. We’re almost home. Wow. How long was I asleep?” “45 minutes or so.” “Wow…. I should stop saying ‘wow’. I guess I was tired and that orgasm you gave me; it must have really relaxed me. Sorry I wasn’t awake to talk with you. I owe you.” “Nothing to be sorry about. You owe me nothing. It was a pleasant drive and I enjoyed looking at you sleeping now and then. You’re just as beautiful when you sleep as you are when you’re awake.” Melissa looked at me and smiled, reaching over to give my arm a squeeze. Melissa stretched a few more times as I was driving down my street. “I at least owe you an orgasm handsome.” I parked and we climbed out of the car. “Mind helping me with the roof?” I asked Melissa. “Sure. Of course.” We were putting the roof on chatting about the day when Corrine appeared from her backyard wearing a loose-fitting swimsuit coverup. Corrine’s coverup that didn’t cover much more of her thighs than Pat’s tennis skirt had. Corrine obviously was not wearing a bra or swimsuit top. Bottoms? Who knew? “Hey you two. How was your day?” “Hi Corrine. It was great seeing my friend after such a long time”, Melissa replied, “and of course fun sporting around in this car. How was your day?” “I can imagine. Eric has never taken me for a ride (insert a slight deliberate pause) in this car.” Melissa caught the pause and looked at me. “Corrine has only ever been in the Countryman.” “My day was quiet”, Corrine said restarting the conversation “Why don’t you two come for night cap?” We were finishing locking the soft top in place and looked at each other not responding. “Come on you two. One quick drink. There’s lots of time for, well, whatever you’re eager to do to finish your day together. Corrine said raising her eyebrows. "Come on.” Corrine turned and walked into her backyard not waiting for a reply. Melissa and I looked at each other and shrugged. I held up a finger and mouthed 'one drink’, nodding my head toward Corrine’s yard. We met at the front of the car, walking into Corrine’s yard hand-in-hand. The night was still warm. I really felt like I could use a shower to freshen up. I suspected Melissa felt the same way. Open top cars are wonderful but have a way of making you feel a little grimy at the end of a long drive. “Wine? Beer? Tequila?” Corrine asked. “Wine.” “Wine for me too, please”, Melissa said. “Whatever you have open will be fine Corrine.”, I added. “You know, I think I will run home and use the facilities before we sit down.” “Me too,” said Melissa. Corrine got out three glasses, twisted the top off a fresh bottle of white wine and started pouring. “You’re here. Just use my bathrooms. Eric, t