Six months had come and gone since that night in the truck stop. Six months of me thinking about my cock in another man's mouth, skilled in a way my wife never was. Sucking me out of desire instead of reluctance.
Six months since my first taste of another man's seed. I could still taste it. I could feel the consistency, how it slapped to the roof of my mouth. I could feel his body thrum with the effort of his orgasm.
After that experience I'd driven the rest of the way to Rapid City with a distracted mind. For the first time since I'd found out my wife, Ellie, had been cheating on me I found my mind not dwelling on it.
No, my thoughts were to a young man on his knees in front of me, swallowing my load. To an older man with the prick so different but so similar to mine as he pressed it into my mouth. To another young man swallowing my second shot that marked the first time in my life I'd had two cumshots separated by minutes.
The regular thumping of the Subaru's tires on the expansion seams lent a cadence that was transformed in my mind to the speed of my head on the man I'd serviced. Without warning it would go to one of the two men who'd blown me.
Halfway into South Dakota I was still stuck with an erection.
My visit was distracted as my questioning mind. Mom could tell I wasn't all there and asked me numerous times. "There's just a lot on my mind."
When I'd left my visit I was living in want. I was terrified of it. I couldn't think about anything else. Every sense was involved.
Every nerve was flooded with anxiety as I neared the truck stop. My breathing quickened, my palms on the steering wheel were moist, tacky against the leather.
As I passed it and left it in the rearview, I wasn't sure if I was feeling relief or some other more unusual ache in my mind.
A half year had gone by. A half year of forced chastity. Six months of still loving my wife while pretending I hadn't seen her with him.
It had been late one evening. I'd been working on a project late at night for some time. The night that confirmed what I already knew had seen me get out much earlier than normal. We hit a roadblock at work which made no sense to keep us there.
The night was beautiful for early April and I drove home with the windows down and sunroof open. I even took a long way, driving down by Lake Michigan in the startling bright moonlight.
I pulled into the drive at least two hours prior to my normal time. The door jamb of the car was cool on my back as I got out and stared at the stars.
It was then I heard the noise. A low, rhythmic breathing coming from the near side of the house. I made my way past the hollies to the side yard and to an open window, open from the master bedroom to the night air.
They didn't see me. They were too occupied to pay attention.
I didn't know the man. His body was gleaming with a sheen of sweat from his effort. Ellie was the same below him, her large breasts rolling back and forth as he entered her quick and hard from above.
He kept her legs over his arms, showing a different glint from his shining shaft as it appeared and vanished within her.
My arrival must have been fortuitous timing. Suddenly he pulled himself loose and jacked once, then twice, then released glittering strings of semen from the pillow above her to her face to her chest to drips into her groin.
Her finger went to her face, pushing a wet glob into her mouth. A following motion and one of the lines from her tit was tasted.
"You'd better clean up." He said quickly, "When is the guy coming home?" He dismounted the bed and stood.
She followed him to her feet. Her skin was just as luminous as his, and I couldn't help but see the woman I'd loved. Maybe still did?
"Him? Who knows. He works constantly. He spends enough time away I'm almost positive he knows about..." she pointed at her pussy and his cock, "... This. His demeanor hasn't really changed but who knows?"
"See you Saturday?" He asked warmly. She nodded and kissed him.
I saw his face now. I did, in fact, know him. He was one of the other paralegals at the law firm where she worked. Greg something. Married with three kids.
She called me two hours later. The phone was in the car. It went to voicemail. I was sitting with my back against the lighthouse, a bottle of whiskey in a paper bag. The moon had moved across the sky a fair amount and I looked at it with a measure of despair.
I'd known she was fucking around. I'd seen the text messages and emails. Two different anonymous guys. Bawdy, racy, graphic discussions. Pictures. Descriptions of acts already performed. Things we'd never done.
But to see it, hear it. That made it more real. It made it more tangible.
The alcohol was supposed to dull it, make the edges fuzzy. It wasn't supposed to be this clear with half a bottle of Knob Creek in my nearly empty stomach.
But there it was. The act. The affection. The fat glob of his cum splattering onto my pillow.
"Hey man. You can't be here." I felt the tapping on my foot. I'd somehow fallen asleep and just now, through a vicious headache, saw the sun some few hours above the horizon.
The man lightly hitting my foot with a truncheon had one of the typical city police uniforms on. "I...I'm sorry. I guess I fell asleep."
He nodded towards the paper bag next to me and the bottle within, "Seems like you had a situation, huh? You think you're competent enough to get somewhere where you can sleep indoors?"
I nodded to him, "I'm sure I'll be OK. Sorry about this."
His smile was welcoming, "You're not the first person I've ever woken up here. Just be careful."
My phone had eleven missed calls. There were over a dozen text messages. 'Call me' numerous times, prefixed by 'Please' and followed by, 'soon'. They'd been for the first few hours after I should have been home, then this morning starting at five.
Fingers tapped to her number. "Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you? I've been fucking terrified!" Her voice seemed almost concerned. Maybe it was. "Where are you?"
I ran through a hundred scenarios, then hit the easiest, "I...uh...stayed super late last night and just slept...in the car. I've...got to work early too." That worked.
"Well where the shit was your phone?" In that same concern.
"I had a meeting earlier in the day and silenced it. Forgot to turn it back on." I said, still trying to think quickly.
She sighed, "Don't do that again! You scared me something nuts."
We exchanged a few other statements before I said, "Oh...I'm going to Mom's tomorrow. She's...she's going into the hospital."
