Dinner at the hotel wasn’t cheap. Cal paid out almost $200 for the three of them. Taylor sat close to Cal and gave him her attention.
“I want people to know I’m fucking him.”
Afterward they ate she looked at Logan.
“I’m ready for him to take me upstairs and fuck me again before we leave.”
“Okay.”
“Not you, just him!” Taylor glared at her husband. “You can wait in the car or the lobby.”
“How long is that going to be?”
“Not long. I want to go home with a load of his cum in me.”
When they got up from the table Cal led Logan’s wife hand and hand to the elevator. Logan watched them get in and the doors close. The feeling hit the pit of this stomach. Maybe when they come back Taylor will be his again. He stayed in the lobby to catch the first glimpse of them returning.
Taylor was correct. Twenty minutes seemed like forever, but didn’t seem so bad when Taylor exited the elevator alone and swayed across the lobby towards her husband. Taylor walked about six feet in front of him until they reached the SUV. Logan opened the door for her and held her hand as she got in.
Now behind the wheel Logan turned to his straying wife.
“What the fuck, Taylor! What caused all that?”
“I don’t want to talk about it now. Matter of fact I don’t want to talk about it at all.”
“Maybe when we get home then.”
“No! Damn it, Logan. This is just as weird for me as it is for you. I can’t give you my reason now. I’m telling you I don’t want to fucking talk about it.”
Logan didn’t know his wife well enough to know she’d let a black man fuck her, but he did know when to shut the fuck up. The ride home was in silence as Taylor appeared sullen as she sat with a sulking look on her face. All Logan could think of was all that cock going inside her and that cum … all that cum right up her snatch and into her uterus.
It was still early in the evening when they arrived home. Whatever Taylor’s plans were a mystery. Would she meet up and fuck Cal some other time? Was guilt bothering her? Logan watched her as she moved around the house not talking to him at all. Logan sat on the couch. Some inconsequential shit was play on TV. After a few minutes his wife cuddled under his arm and watched the TV with him. He started to brush his hand against her.
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
She got up and left the room. Logan followed and watched from the hallway while she went into the laundry room. She held up the Raiders jersey and then hugged it to her chest. She put her head down and muttered things to herself. She lovingly loaded it into the washing machine. Next she took off her clothes and tossed in her top, shorts, and bra. She held her cum stained panties, raising the garment to her lips and kissed the musky crotch. It looked like some type of prayer as she again spoke to things he had touched.
Logan knew better than to let her know he was watching. He scooted back to the couch. He heard their bedroom door close. He watched the news to give her some time. At ten he quietly entered the room. Taylor was lying naked on the bed unsurprisingly with her legs open and her cunt sticky with leakage of Cal’s sperm from their last coupling.