I walked over to where Dan sat to hug him goodnight, but he turned when I approached and stood, “You know Carrie, I think I left something out in the car.” With that, he walked to the front door and went out.
I went over to the computer and the video was still running. I decided to sit down and watch a bit. I was a total slut in that video. I was sore but I had to admit that guy rocked my world big time. But, seeing myself submit to that black cock I started to feel my thoughts clouding. I mean the sex was mind-blowing and I didn’t cheat on Dan because he was there, but something was different. I watched it a bit more then got up to go to bed.
I tried to wait up for Dan to come to bed, but he’s a big boy and I was totally exhausted. I climbed into bed but before I fell asleep I was thinking how tonight’s sex was so different from being with Dan. Dan was gentle, caring, and very generous lover always making sure I got mine. The sex tonight was just different. It allowed a submissive part of me come out and play. That big black cock had worn me out. I told myself it was a just an experience. Maybe we would do it again, but not in the near future for sure. That would be for Dan and me to discuss sometime at way later date, if ever. The fantasy was over for me then.
When I awoke in the morning, I could see Dan hadn’t slept on his side of the bed. I still ached a bit as I walked to the bathroom. I examined myself in the mirror. I still looked like the same woman. No worse for the ware. Had all that really happen last night? Well, we had a video to prove it. I was looking forward to seeing it with Dan. I think…
When I went downstairs, Dan was sleeping on the couch. “Hey, wake up sleepy head, we have things to do.”
Dan rolled over away from me, “Carrie, I called in sick today. I’m not feeling very well. Maybe because of all the stuff last night. Anyway, don’t trouble me now.”
I sat down on the couch beside him and put my hand on his shoulder. I felt him shrugged my hand as I shook his shoulder gently, “Come on Dan, come up to the bedroom and sleep. This couch is too uncomfortable to sleep on all night. Come on honey.”
Dan turned around and slowly sat up. He didn’t look well at all. He looked like hell. “Carrie, I don’t want you or the kids to get this. I’ll just go up, shower and lay down in the guest room.” Without looking at me, Dan stood up and left.
This didn’t feel right at all. Dan and I were a couple. I knew his moods. My fantasy had clouded the sixth sense couples share during my eagerness to fulfill it. Now that the fantasy was over, I slowly started grasping the sum total of the events from the last week. I still didn’t feel like I done anything wrong. I mean, he drove me over there last night and brought me home, right? Dan was with me the whole time, right? I never hid anything from him. But I was beginning to feel …I don’t know…uneasy?
As I went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, I could hear the shower upstairs running. After pouring myself a cup, I sat down in my robe at the kitchen table. For some reason, I just started looking around the room. At all the items we had brought into our house over the years to make it a home. We were not rich, but we lived in a nice neighborhood and had everything we needed. So why did it feel different now? And the difference was…strange. Not bad, not good. Just…flat. What are you suppose to feel sitting in your kitchen anyway?
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