Cheating Spouses
They’d been lying together in their silken, sweaty afterglow, and she was the first to rouse. There was still time.
“Aren’t you glad I taught you to fuck the right hole?” She teased.
“And which hole is that, my slut?”
“Mine. All four.”
“Four?”
“My boobs, silly. Last week. I could tell you loved them.”
Mike slid his hand down to her hip. “My first tittie-fuck.”
Harriet raised up on an elbow and stuck a breast to his face.
“I worked out at the Y with your come smeared on them. The sweatier I got the more I could smell it. I was charged up all afternoon.” He bit her nipple and they wrestled.
Finally, “I have to go, Harriet.”
“I know. When can I see you?”
“Friday? What are Andrea’s and Rob’s schedules?”
“Maybe Friday. I hate waiting.” Harriet grasped Mike’s wiener as though to keep him there. “Maybe Wednesday? All four of us could go to dinner. At least I’d see you.”
“Woo-hoo!” said Mike. “I could spend all evening trying not to paw you.”
“Maybe they’d start their own affair.”
Mike laughed so hard, at first he couldn’t answer. “Andrea and Rob! What irony that would be! In so many ways! But I don’t think they’re quite each other’s types.”
“Who’d have thought we would be, honey?” Harriet buried herself in Mike. Then, wistfully, “I don’t want you to go. I want us to be together. Always.”
Mike tried not to sigh. He’d been expecting it. He caressed her hip where it flared up when she lay on her side.
“You know the answer, love.”
“I know. But I can want it.”
After Mike left, Harriet washed herself and the linens of the evidence. Then she began dinner. She’d promised Rob a nice one.
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