To start let me thank my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru and kenjisato. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.
That said this is the third of an unknown number of chapters in a cheating story which will occur in an around a church along with other kinks as noted in the tags. If you are sensitive to infidelity or uncomfortable with a church setting this series may not be for you. Please feel free to check out some of my other work that does not focus on these topics.
Chapter 3
Sean sat in his basement office chair, eyes intent on his phone. Kelsey's smooth pussy shone from the screen, and he stroked slowly, reflecting on their tryst from a few days before. He remembered the way she had tasted and squirmed, as he licked her for her first time in her life. How she had squirted under the attention and been so horrified until he explained, and then she chose to be bold and kiss him, tasting herself, and pussy in general, for another first.
As his hand glided over his cock, he flicked the picture from her naked pussy to a screenshot of the texts they had sent recently. For a woman of limited breadth to her sexual experience and hang ups on language, she had taken to sexting with enthusiasm. The messages weren't filthy, but they were clear about what she wanted the next time there was a chance.
Sean, I want to climb on top of you and feel you fill me. Stretch me out and hold my boobs while I ride you. I need to know what you feel like.
Sean, I googled something. I was thinking about sucking on you and you licking me and I found out that doing that together is a 69. I want to do that. I want to be on top and grind myself on your face.
Sean, it has been turning me on a little thinking about the way you handled me squirting on you. Would you want to do the same? Shoot your load on my face?
Reading that third message sent him over the edge and his balls tightened. Cum erupted and shot up on his belly in creamy liquid lines, quickly cooling against his skin and hair. Grabbing the tissues he had at hand for such an occasion, he thought again about that first accidental kiss in the church office, and how it had blossomed to Kelsey telling him she wanted to ride his face and get cum on.
The moment died a second later, at the heavy footfalls overhead when his wife tromped through the living room toward the stairs. Reluctantly, he turned off his phone just as Victoria yelled from upstairs demanding his help with something. "Damnit," he muttered, while quickly cleaning up his mess before shoving the phone in the pocket of his pajama pants.
"Sean, where are you?" Victoria's voice pitched higher as it did when she was getting close to losing her composure. She flipped on the light to get his attention, another sign of a short fuse, and his fingers clenched knowing a fight was more than likely even as the sound of her footsteps carried her from the stairs toward the kitchen.
He walked up the stairs slowly, muttering under his breath about what had put her in such a foul mood this early in the morning. Near the top, he peeked into the living room where Bishop lay against the couch, trembling. When they locked eyes, the dog's seemed to say, 'good luck, you are going to need it.'
"Traitor," Sean mouthed at the dog. Bishop ignored the insult and immediately got up, sparing a brief glance toward the kitchen, before retreating past his human and down the stairs. Sean watched the dog and shifted his weight to follow before one of the cabinet doors closed heavily and drew his attention back to the kitchen.
Finally walking into the kitchen, he saw Victoria standing in her ratty nightshirt. For a moment, he wondered what Kelsey wore to sleep in and if it looked more flattering than the misshapen shift his wife wore that clung to her one curve-- her pot belly. Just as her voice killed the moment in the basement, he was pulled back to the present.
"About time," she snapped, and glowered at him. "Logan stank up the bathroom and I want McDonald's for breakfast."
Sean stood there, and looked at Victoria in disbelief. "So, clean out the cat box and make breakfast."
"It stinks and if I clean it out, I won't want to eat."
His jaw clenched as he swallowed a caustic comment, and kept looking at his wife for a long pause before trusting himself to speak. "I may be working from home today, but I have early meetings. If you really want me to clean up the cat box I can--"
"It is always something. It isn't even six-thirty yet." she pouted and then pushed past him, refusing to even look at him.
"Six-thirty here. It is almost eight-thirty there."
"Whatever. You don't care. I got it." She went and sat on the couch with her arms folded, patently refusing to acknowledge him further.
After two heavy breaths, he walked toward their bedroom suite intent to try to keep the peace before having to start his day. A check of the cat box revealed it to be clean from being scooped the night before and he quickly realized the source was not the cat. "Fucking hell," he whispered, before retreating to grab his wallet and keys.
Walking out through the living room he glanced at Victoria and fought not to let it turn into a glare. "The usual?"
She merely nodded in response before turning slightly to emphasize she was not talking to him. It was an act of sheer willpower that kept him from slamming the door to the garage as he left. His car door was not so fortunate.
At the first stoplight, he let the frustration out with a scream and beat the steering wheel. When he stopped and looked around, an older woman in the car next to him snapped her mouth shut as he caught her staring. When the light turned green, he shot through the intersection. The woman sat idle, content to let the madman get ahead of her.
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Blue eyes blinked from behind thick, framed glasses and Kelsey spit into the bathroom sink again. Cupping her hand under the faucet, she took another slurp of water, swished it in her mouth, and spit again. The bitter taste in her mouth faded a little when there was a heavy knock at the bathroom door. One arm reflexively covered her bare chest.
"Come on Kelsey, get out of the bathroom, I need to get a shower." Without waiting, the door opened, and her husband pushed inside. He was still nude, but his stomach hid his dick from view, even as it rubbed against her panty-clad ass in the confined space.
As he pressed behind her, he took the liberty to squeeze one breast and quipped cheerfully, "See, I told you this was a great way to start the day. You don't have to play so hard to get every time."
Kelsey watched her husband disappear into the shower and whispered to herself, "Yeah, hard to get." She spit into the sink again before leaving the bathroom. Standing in their bedroom, she clutched her arms over her chest and tried not to shiver when a wave of revulsion swept through her stomach.
It was the sound of the shower turning off that brought her back into the moment and spurred her forward. Opening her top drawer, it was empty except for one bra jammed at the back. Clutched in her hand, she realized it was the so-called sexy bra Jack had purchased for her several years back. Lacy and black with cups that tied closed and a cup-size-too-small when she was a cup size smaller, even back then.
"Crap." Thrusting her arms through the straps, she had to undo the ties to give herself any physical chance of it fitting. A quick step into their closet and Kelsey slipped into jeans, a T-shirt where her nipples were clearly visible, and a sweater to cover them. Snatching up a pair of sandals, she fled from the bedroom ahead of her husband's exit from the bathroom.
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One screen had his latest integrated project schedule and the other showed the matrix of faces for his second zoom meeting of the day, which was well into its second hour. At his feet, the dog snored slightly, and Sean looked down at him with envy. "Lucky bastard."
"Sean, did you have something for the team?" his manager's voice, a nasaled whine at the best of time, broke into the discussion.
"No, Nick. Thinking out loud." He quickly tapped the mute button and double checked to make sure he was before starting to swear with an eloquence he rarely exercised. As he wound down, his phone lit up with an incoming call and a smile split his face when he saw it was coming from the church. There was a better than fifty-fifty chance it was Kelsey calling, and even if it was church business, her voice would be a welcome distraction from the schedule review or his manager's whine.
Checking to make sure he was still muted and with a glance back toward the stairs, even knowing his wife was gone to her job, he answered with the call on speaker so no one could see him with a phone to his ear in the meeting.
"This is Sean."
Kelsey's voice, which was a balm to his soul given the fight that morning and drudgery of back-to-back video conferences, came through, "Hi. So, um, I had a question for you."
