The next day, I told John about almost being caught and told him he would have to go back to using condoms. He pointed out the smell of condoms was almost as distinctive as the smell of cum. Consciously, I didn’t realise at the time that he’d backed off a little in his affections. Subconsciously, I must have because during our next session, ‘working late’, he hadn’t brought any condoms and I dropped my demands. Changing undies that night turned out to be a wasted effort. Dave wasn’t home when I got there. I waited up until he returned. He explained he knew I’d be late and had taken the opportunity to go out with his friends. By this time, it had been three hours since I’d left John and regular checks of my undies proved I’d stopped leaking. So I didn’t fight too hard when Dave carried me to the bedroom. I got around any lingering taste problems by rolling him over and mounting him straight away. It was one of the hottest sessions we’d ever had and well worth the risk.
With overnight trips still on hold, I pre-warned Dave of another girl’s night with my new work friends the following week. That almost ended in disaster when I ran a little late to leaving home. As I rushed down the path, Peta was walking towards our front door. She’d come for an unannounced visit. It was a problem because she was supposed to be one of the girls I was going out with. She looked a little annoyed I was going out but said she would visit with Dave anyway. I couldn’t possibly leave them alone. The chances of discovery were almost certain. So, I went back inside. Thinking quickly, I decided to tell Dave that Peta had some personal issues and wanted some alone time with friends, which made me change my mind. I also texted John while I was in the bathroom. Why did none of the stories I’d read say how stressful affairs could be?
The evening became a little more bizarre a half hour later when Paula from my old group arrived. She gave me an annoyed look as well. That confused me momentarily. It took me a little while to work it out. Dave had arranged for them both to come while I was out to organise my birthday party. I realised it was very lucky I hadn’t had a chance to give Dave my bullshit reason for Peta being here. He would have spotted the lie immediately. I again gave serious consideration to breaking up with John once again. The near misses were unbelievably stressful.
But I didn’t.
John insisted I ‘work’ on Saturday again. Same deal as usual; lunch followed by motel. John kept his promise and at the end of our traditional blowjob to start the session, he pulled out and unloaded on my face. I’d never done that before and found it demeaning. Still, anything was better than having to swallow cum. When he recovered enough to mount me, I had to remind him to be more considerate as he’d lapsed into his old habits of being a little selfish. I expected when I returned home that the guilt I felt would lessen and the thrill I got from successfully hiding my activities would grow. It didn’t. Instead, I was just paranoid coming home that I’d made a slip that would lead to discovery. For example, one day it was very lucky I examined my appearance closely before leaving the motel. I almost missed the small, matted clump of hair where John’s cum had hit and dried. It cost me half an hour while I carefully washed and dried that section of hair.