Stacy's heart was racing as she drove away from David's office. She couldn't believe she had just fucked him! She had been a caring and faithful wife all these years and now suddenly she was a whore. She grimaced as she thought about that word. Whore. She tried to rationalise that she hadn't been paid for anything. Hell, she had only done what Bob had wanted her to do all these months. It was all his fault for planting the seed of desire in her mind. It was all his fault!
Yet, she still felt guilty that she had acted so fast, so impulsively. She felt even more guilty that she had acted on her own, without Bob to watch her as he had wanted to. That was what made her feel like a whore. The wanton need to be fucked had totally consumed her and mad her into a brazen little hussy. Now as she drove home, she wondered to herself how she would tell Bob. Did she really have to tell him?
Stacy squeezed her thighs, unable to deny the aching buzz still emanating from her soaked pussy. Although she had stopped at the bathroom to wipe up most of David's cum, it still leaked out of her and soaked her panties. A tremor ran through her as she pictured David's thick black cock. She visualised herself, lying face down and gripping the edge of the table, getting herself fucked hard and fast by David.
She shook her head to clear her mind as she got of the expressway and nearly ran a traffic light. Not far to go now before she got home. She wondered if Bob would be home yet. Her heart thumped loudly as she passed the shopping mall, then took the two side streets that led to her very own street – Emerald Drive. She slowed her car as she silently counted down the houses. 21, 23, 25 until she reached 41. She spotted Bob's car in the driveway long before she finished counting to 41. Her heart lurched again in her chest.
Her mind was in turmoil, tossing up her options. She knew she needed to get fucked again. She had to tell him. She couldn't let him fuck her when she was still leaking with David's cum. He would know and then she would really be a whore. Maybe she could run upstairs and shower first? No! He would suspect something, he would know she was trying to hide something.
Oh! What was she feeling so worried about? She would just tell him and that would be that. He should be happy. He had no reason not to be. She had only acted on his wishes. She had ….
"Hi babe!" Bob's greeting brought her wandering mind back to reality.
"Bob!" Stacy answered back absent mindedly.
"Who'd you think?" Bob laughed. "Hoping it was someone else?" He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. "You look great honey."
Stacy kissed Bob back as she felt his hands grabbing her ass and pulling her toward him. His tongue snaked into hers and flicked against the upper palate in her mouth. She groaned into his mouth as he worked his magic, knowing just how to touch her and kiss her to turn her on.
Stacy pushed Bob away as his hands moved under her skirt and up her thighs.
"Bob! Wait!" Stacy almost shouted. "I need to tell you something!"
