“Beg me for it,” he spat, stroking himself.
It’s almost over, I thought to myself. This is it. You can do this.
I took a deep breath.
“Cum for me,” I whispered softly.
“Beg better,” he snarled. “And play with your tits.”
“Cum on my face, Johan,” I purred seductively, cupping my heavy breasts in each hand, rolling my nipples between my fingers. “I want it…”
“Your husband, he’s… he’s never done this?” he said, his breathing ragged with desire.
“This is just for you,” I cooed, shaking my head. “You’re the only one who gets to cum on my pretty face…”
“Oh–oh god,” he moaned, looking down at me. “Nikki, don’t stop…”
“Your cock is so much bigger than his,” I whispered, pushing my tits together invitingly for him. “So I want to give you something he’s never had…”
“Yes–yes–keep going–”
“You were right, Johan,” I mewled. “This isn’t about Danny. Not anymore…”
“OH–OH YES–”
“It’s about your huge fucking cock,” I smiled. “And my tight, married pussy…”
“OH–OH–OH–”
“You’re the only one who gets to do this, Johan, because you’re special,” I whispered, licking my lips. “Now cum for me…”
“UHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!”
He threw his head back, and I closed my eyes. Then, I felt one hot, sticky rope after another land on my face, glazing me in a way that no man ever had.
“Good boy,” I whispered, wiping cum from my eyes as I opened them.
Then, suddenly, it was over. Johan collapsed onto the bed next to me.
“Holy shit,” he shook his head, looking up at the ceiling in amazement. “Did that really just happen?”
As he lay on the bed in a stupor, I stood up, quickly gathering my clothes. Using my ruined blouse, I wiped his cum from my face. Just from standing up, I could feel my body already beginning to ache. I knew it would feel worse in a few hours. I got dressed silently, unable to look at Johan, this younger man who had claimed and broken me like I was some slutty college plaything.
“This didn’t happen,” I said as firmly as I could, forcing myself to face him as I buttoned what was left of my torn, cum-stained blouse. “You hear me? This never happened.”
“Okay, Nikki,” he smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “Whatever you say.”
“I’m serious,” I scowled. “Say it.”
“This never happened,” he smirked, rolling his eyes. “I must have dreamed it.”
“And I better see you cheering for Danny tomorrow,” I said, looking at him sternly. “When he breaks your record.”
“You bet,” Johan grinned. “I took something of his, so I guess it’s only fair that he takes something of mine.”
“Okay,” I nodded, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. “Goodnight, then.”
I walked quickly back to my room, my eyes cast downward, praying that I wouldn’t encounter anyone else. My arms were folded, clutching the blouse against my chest, trying to hide the missing buttons and the cum-stains from view.
Quietly, I opened the door to my room and stepped inside, my heart beating wildly as the door clicked shut behind me. I stood there with my eyes closed and listened, holding my breath.
I could hear the sound of Danny’s breathing, smooth and even. He was still asleep. I exhaled a tiny sigh of relief. Then, I climbed into the other bed, pulled the covers up over my head, and lay there, perfectly still, hoping that the sounds of my son’s sleeping peacefully could soothe my soul.