A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... floor covered with dried cum in my hair, eyelashes, on my face, tits, and stomach. Fresh cum was dripping down my spine with a tickle, as the cum smeared all over my ass was beginning to dry.

I had sucked his cock clean after begging to be fucked, and only met him six hours ago. From this position, after all I had done, I wanted him to take me seriously--that it would never happen again. Even as I fought with myself, I stole one final look at his exceptional cock, before he pushed it into his underwear.

"If you don't mind, I'll need my shorts and the money too, Mrs. Stilson."

I handed him his shorts, and as he put them on, I picked up the scattered bills and assembled them. I handed him the money and he shoved it in his pocket.

"Thanks, again, Mrs. Stilson, see you bright and early tomorrow," he said awkwardly. Then he took his cell phone from the organizer and bounded for the front door.

I sat there, numb from the hard slap of reality. How did I ever get worked into such an out-of-control frenzy. Guilt and shame washed over me as the dried cum continued to shrink, compressing my skin into a crusted film.

I pulled myself up to the standing position and saw the time on the microwave. I had to move. Mom ...

... and the kids would be home soon, and I never called the preschools. Then it occurred to me I had two interviews with babysitters in an hour.

I picked up my bathing suit and didn't bother putting it back on. The guest bath shower was closer, and it somehow felt like the better choice to clean myself up. Our master bedroom shower was too intimate. It was the shower we both used every day, and sometimes together.

As I tried to wash the guilt away in the shower, I recalled that Wayne had actually used it the morning he fell in the mud running, so he wouldn't track dirt through the house. Somehow that made me feel worse. Wayne did in fact use this shower. But when he did, it was to keep the house clean for me. I was washing another man's seed off.

I stayed in the shower letting the hot water wash me clean, but after twenty minutes, I still felt filthy. As I dried off, it hit me that Wayne had a break between flights and said he would try to call and talk to us. I went upstairs to the bedroom to get dressed and try to get myself together enough to talk to him. With each passing moment, my dread grew. Each minute seemed like an eternity. Even if he didn't call, Mom would be home soon with the kids...

To be continued...