Then it Dawned on Me Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Then it Dawned on Me Ch. 06

... know what I mean."

"Yes, I want to see him... Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks for telling me the truth." She put her hand on mine and the look in her eyes was pitiful. I wonder why I even asked. It didn't need to be said. Maybe I was preemptively absolving myself from guilt at whatever occurred between Amber and me this weekend, having verbal confirmation they would be fucking without regard. It didnt hurt me as much as I thought, and not as much as it once did. I kissed her honestly and told her I loved her before watching her walk into the terminal.

I went back to the office, and then to the gym after quitting time, basically afraid to go home. It felt good to work out and relieve some of the tension. I almost felt confident I could get through today. I got home and Amber's car was in the driveway. I walked in preparing myself, for what, I didnt know. Maybe I was blowing all of this out of proportion. I just had to pretend to be normal for as long as I could. Then I saw her sprawled out on the couch in a night dress, on her phone with her hair up in a messy bun, and my blood started a slow simmer.

"Hey Daddy." She said smoothly as she glanced over her shoulder at me.

"Hey Baby. Good day?"

"Mhmm."

"Spaghetti carbonara tonight?" I asked, glued to the door frame because my hands were itching to touch her.

"My favorite."

She never broke eye contact. She just sat there giving those delicious answers while looking into my soul. I don't know how she learned ...

... it. Maybe its something women teach each other, or just know, but with that intense, feline stare, I was desperate to get away or go fuck her. I hauled ass to the stairs to go change and hopefully jack off, so I wouldn't be tempted by her so easily for the next few hours we were supposed to spend alone together. I was sitting on my bed stroking my cock with visions of those eyes looking up at me from her knees with her mouth full, when I heard little footsteps in the hall.

"Fuck." I tucked myself away and pulled a shirt on. I was putting away my other clothes when I noticed something at the top of my laundry basket. A deep purple thong. I dropped my other clothes on the floor and stood frozen, staring. That was not Jane's, she didn't wear underwear. It was Amber's. I wish I were a better man. I wish I could just see a temptation like that and move passed it, but I'm not.

I dove face-first into the trap set especially for me. I held them like they would crumble in my fingers, before cupping them in my hand like the gift they were. I brought it to my nose, and took a deep inhale. I don't know if my cock had ever been that hard before. They were still damp. She had definitely cum in them. I breathed her in over and over, imagining her touching herself thinking about me and all the things I could do to her. What made her cum? I had to know. In that moment, with one smell of her sweet arousal, the small part of my resistance still hanging on with white knuckles, melted. The ...