As quietly as I’d locked it, I unlocked my outer office door and walked through the secretary pool towards the lady’s bathroom. My new best friend, Peta, looked up and smiled. I smiled back. I thrilled at the secret that only John and I knew. In front of the mirror, I noticed a small amount of cum had leaked out of one corner of my lips. Well, it was a huge load. I gargled some water, fixed my make-up, then went into a cubicle, and, well, relieved some pressure. As soon as I re-entered my office, John came out, pressed me against the wall and said one word, “Thursday?” I nodded and he passionately kissed me. All in all, it was an extraordinary experience.
The glow definitely faded when Dave got home though. I was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when he walked up behind me and hugged me. I tensed and had to close my eyes when he spun me around for a kiss. That way I could avoid his eyes. He let go and started chatting normally. A small thrill went through me. I’d gotten away with it again.
From then on, I was back to being the centre of John’s attention. Once again, I felt complete. Thursday, I decided to mix up my alibis. I invented a girl’s night out with my new workmates. After a nice meal, John and I retired to a motel. He again nagged me to skip the meal, pointing out that would give us more motel time, but I stuck to my guns. The same can’t be said about swallowing though. I should have known that after the episode under his desk, John would expect me to swallow every time. I tried to get out of it but he just kept whining that he was risking all for vanilla sex and would have to re-evaluate our relationship. Like a weak fool, I swallowed. Three quarters of an hour later, I again found myself under John with cum again leaking out of me. I hadn’t cum because I’d spent the time looking for signs that John still respected me. I asked him straight. He convinced me he did. To prove it he offered not to force me to swallow again. The compromise he offered was he would pull out and blow on my face. Relieved at the win, I showered with my special scentless soap, kissed him, then left.
As was my new habit, I pulled over just before I got home and put on new undies. I slipped a couple of folded tissues in the gusset. Steeling myself for the inevitable guilt on arriving home, I drove the rest of the way. Dave was watching TV when I walked in. I went straight to the kitchen to avoid looking at him and put the kettle on. He snuck up behind me and nuzzled my neck. One hand grabbed a breast and the other started sliding my skirt up. If I’d let him continue, he would have made an uncomfortable discovery. I spun out of his arms, saying I had to pee, raced to the bathroom, and dumped the tissues. Now I had a decision to make and it wasn’t a comfortable one. Damn Dave. Why did he have to pick tonight to want to couple with me? As hot as the thought of having sex with two men in one evening was, and as much as I longed for the sexual relief my husband inevitably gave me, I knew I couldn’t risk it. What if Dave wanted to go down on me? He knew I loved it and never, ever refused it. Dave took the news that I thought my period was starting early with the good grace I expected of him. I’d gotten out of another sticky situation and that boosted my confidence. He fell asleep with me in his arms. I lay there feeling as horny as hell. In my mind, I imagined Dave was a willing cuckold and was showing me his love after I’d come home from my lover. Five minutes after his breathing slowed, I carefully extricated myself from his arms and used my fingers to generate my own relief.