The two women smoked their cigarettes in silence, Emily eventually kicking Jace off the other recliner to join her mother in sunbathing. After those cigarettes came several more, and the day ebbed away in relative normalcy until Darren, Emily, and Jace left in the mid-afternoon.
Danielle took this opportunity to spray herself with dry shampoo and perfume, a measure intended to cover the smell of smoke that clung to her skin and hair. Changing out of her bikini took care of whatever smell lingered on her clothes, and brushing her teeth took care of her breath. After she was satisfied Danielle began cooking dinner in preparation for David coming home. Strangely, she decided not to take a shower or clean her pussy.
It gave her a dark thrill to know that her sloppily used cunt remained filled and glazed with the two loads that Jace had pumped inside of her, and an even greater thrill to imagine her husband going down on her without knowing what awaited him. She wasn't quite sure she was prepared to arrange that happening considering how fraught with consequence it may be, but the thought amused her and occupied her mind while she made spaghetti.
David walked into the house breezily, completely unaware of the utter debauchery that had been residing there just hours earlier. He seemed light, carefree, and highly enthused at seeing his lovely wife at the stove. He made his way to her and wrapped his arms around her lithe waist, kissing her softly on the cheek.
"Hi honey, it smells amazing," he said while breathing in the fruity scent of her hair.
"Hi hon, it'll be ready in a few minutes," she replied.
David gave her one more kiss on the cheek before making his way upstairs to change into something more comfortable and wash his hands. He made his way back down to the kitchen table just as Danielle was setting it, placing a steaming pot of spaghetti and red sauce down on a wicker mat between two plates.
"Emily out with her friends tonight?" He mused as he sat down at the table and began heaping his plate with food.
"Yep, guess it'll be just us this evening," Danielle replied.
"More for me," he joked casually.
The tension of previous weeks was gone as a new normal had settled into the home and both of them had learned to let their now adult daughter live more freely. All parties seemed to find the arrangement much more agreeable.
The couple ate and made small talk, the topic of the day's events being covered with a scant few words about reading, cleaning, and lounging around without a hint of suspicion being raised. All the while Danielle relished the dull soreness of her pussy, and the knowledge that it still contained semen from a stranger as her smiles and pleasant words concealed any trace of her dark thoughts.
The thrill had become so strong that she finished her meal early and brought her plate back to the kitchen rather abruptly, intending on taking a long bath and getting herself off. David, on the other hand, had other ideas. He followed her into the kitchen and reached around her to put his plate into the sink, intentionally brushing up against her and getting much closer than he needed to.
"You look so beautiful tonight, you're glowing," he whispered, kissing the back of her neck suggestively.
Danielle had already been aroused as she ruminated on her thoughts, and now she was being presented with an opportunity to pursue the wicked idea that had been swimming around in her consciousness for the last hour.
She turned around and kissed David, as their hands began to explore and caress each other's bodies. She had changed into a casual dress the color of red wine and David immediately started running his hand up her thigh along her petal soft skin.
Danielle responded by placing her hands on his shoulders and applying a gentle pressure. David realized what she was asking for quickly and began kneeling down to the floor. Danielle lifted her left leg and placed the sole of her flat shoe on his left shoulder and leaned back against the countertop while pulling up the fabric of her loose dress.
David moved his head toward her center and Danielle could feel her breath hitch at the anticipation of what was about to happen. The recklessness of possibly outing herself and her infidelity was intoxicating and dangerous but also arousing to no end. As her husband's breath brushed against her bare cunt the moment of truth was at hand.
It proved somewhat anticlimactic when he began kissing, licking, and plunging his tongue into her while using his thumb to play with her clit. She gasped and closed her eyes, visions of being pumped full of cum in back-to-back succession flashing through her mind. The wrongness of it aroused her even more, a noticeable sensitivity being felt on her clit and a rising heat swelling up in her sex.
"You taste so good," David murmured from under her dress.
Danielle stifled a laugh, knowing the increased wetness and saltiness he was likely describing was not her own flavor but the flavor of another man. He was now her unsuspecting cuckold, and his obliviousness to this fact filled Danielle with a sick sense of superiority and glee. She felt her climax rising powerfully as a consequence of all the depraved things she was thinking about, and she responded to it by grabbing a hold of David's head and grinding herself against him.
He worked to lap at her clit while she crested over the edge, but it was mostly elementary at this point, her orgasm primarily a machination of her own design. The hope that her convulsions and excretions were purging the contents of her previous lovemaking sessions and being devoured by her loving husband imbued her release with intense fervor and satisfaction.
When she finished, she pushed him away from her sensitive clit and caught her breath against the countertop with flushed cheeks and a glazed expression. David looked at her with a smug grin, believing this cunnilingus skills had satisfied his wife, and he was sure to have those skill repaid in kind. His hands twitched at his waist, waiting for a sign to prepare himself for reciprocation only for his grin to fade as Danielle turned away from him and bent over the counter.
Realizing that a blowjob was off the table, David accepted his consolation prize and mounted her after hastily yanking out his member. Danielle's mind wandered through all kinds of dark corners unrelated to her current activity as her husband thrusted away behind her. His climax barely registered as David's relatively modest cock sputtered and spasmed in her pussy.
When he had slipped from her in exhaustion, she turned to face him and offer a small kiss before smiling and heading back up the stairs. What had most likely been experienced as a wonderful affirmation of their love and commitment to one another by David, had been just one more step toward the growing darkness that beckoned to Danielle. A bath to wash the remnants of David's waning claim on her seemed more than appropriate.
The drive to drop Jace off was pretty awkward, despite his several attempts to lighten the mood with ineffective humor. As he stepped out of the car and headed toward his home, leaving Emily and Darren alone in the car, neither of them had any idea what seemed appropriate to break the silence.
"I want to get blasted out of my fucking skull," Emily sighed.
"We can do that," he replied, relieved that the first thing she said to him wasn't an angry outburst.
