Even as she feels the sticky spunk dry against her smooth skin, she walks through to the lounge to greet her husband. Already he is sitting in his chair, television on the sport.
“Hi darling, how was your day?” she enquires, sure just the sound of her voice will give away what she has done, and what she is currently wearing.
“Same as always” he responses without hardly looking up. “How about yours, did you get up to anything interesting?” Irrational fear runs through her mind as she imagines he is testing her, that he knows exactly what she has done, and any moment now he will confront her.
“Just the normal, you know” she tries to sound nonchalant.
“Great” but already she can see his attention has returned to the sport, “tea almost ready?”
“Little while yet” she replies as she turns back to the kitchen. As she does she feels the vibration of her phone in her pocket, announcing a new text message. “I’ll go carry on then.” Quickly she returns to the kitchen and pulls her phone out, reading.
“This picture will do for a start, but that skirt covers too much, the next picture will need to be clearer, I want to see the wet patch of my cum against your pussy, just where a slut like you loves it. I bet you wish my cum was deep in you now, running out of you into your panties, I bet you wish you had just been fucked don’t you Annie. Remember, picture on the hour.”
She cringes as she reads it, feeling his cum against her, wishing she could change the knickers, but scared if she does he will somehow notice. So instead she tries to take her mind of her torment and prepares dinner.
Twenty minutes later she is sitting at the table with her husband, him still more focused on the TV screen than her. Normally she is angry that he is not paying her attention at the table, it seems the only time they sit together nowadays, but tonight she is thankful, glad she doesn’t have to make any small talk while she sits there with someone else’s cum dried on her pussy.
Her thoughts are suddenly disturbed as her phone again vibrates. She looks at the clock and realises it is just past the hour, worrying that he is angry, that the text is telling her he has sent that email.
|