The return from camp was a relief despite perhaps having the best sex of my life for three nights running. While it was good, while I felt a desire I hadn't felt in a very long time, I also knew I was happy about not feeling so on edge. Sneaking around like that, no matter how hot it was, wasn't good for my blood pressure. So as I sat on the minibus, I resolved to see as little as Emma as possible until I got my head straight. Until I knew I could say no to her.
When I arrive home, the house is empty except for my wife. Kate is short, around 5'1, with light green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She's always been slim, even after kids. All in all she was in good shape for a woman her age, which makes what I'd been doing with Emma all the worse - even more of a reason to stop it.
We make idle chat for a little while as we catch up with what's happened the last few days at home. After 15 minutes I tell her I'm dying for a shower. I leave her to the work she's doing, get to the bathroom, strip, and jump in. An audible groan of delight echoes around the room when the hot water hits my body - I've missed my creature comforts, that's for certain.
The din of the water means I miss the bathroom door creaking open, so when I feel a hand on my back I jump and turn around to find my wife, naked and laughing.
"Someone's jumpy." Kate says, hand running up my chest.
"Sorry. I'm... just tired I guess. Kate, what are you doing?"
Her lips press against my chest. "Come on, can't a girl miss her fella?" she says teasingly, hand already around my cock, working it slowly until it grows hard. "Besides, the kids won't be back from school for another hour."
I'm horrified as she gets on her knees and wastes no time in taking me in her mouth, because I know that another woman's juices had been all over it for the last few nights. It makes me thankful I'd at least washed some parts of my form before she joined me.
Despite that horror, despite how awful I feel about watching her slide my full length into her mouth, I still grip her head slightly to push my cock deeper.
Eventually I pull her up, lift her into my arms and take her against the side of the shower. I make no lie when I say that I thought of Emma, and that I took my wife with vigour that I hadn't done in years. Her moans are shrill as I pound into her, her nails scratching down my back so hard I could have sworn it was Emma. She cums twice before I find my own release, and I mouth Emma's name silently against her shoulder in a further act of betrayal.
"Jesus Matt," she pants in my arms. "Where did that come from?"
"Guess I missed you too." I reply, because it's better than telling her the truth.
The next few days pass by with little fanfare as I settle back into my regular life. Within 24 hours it feels like the camping trip was months ago. I spend time with the kids, watch a film with Kate and catch up on the work I'd avoided in the woods. I also manage to evade Emma at school by avoiding leaving the staff room at break and, in the one class that I teach her, feigning a stomach bug and leaving for home early. It's better than seeing her and knowing she is bound to do something that will break me.
To add further to my misery, Kate is suddenly insatiable. Each night after returning she had been handsy when I came to bed, even when I went to bed later in the hope she was asleep. Each time she waited though, each time she demanded the same passion from our time in the shower. Now it was Kate's turn to be told to be quiet as I watch her silhouette riding me each night.
The weekend can't come soon enough. On the Saturday I get up early and go for a run, trying to burn off the excess energy I've felt since I've come back home. It helps a little, but the thoughts I'm having continue to demonise me.
When I get back Kate has left to go swimming with the kids, so I decide to forgo a shower for now and instead work on my pet project - restoring the little Mazda I'd bought a few years ago. I change into a vest and jogging bottoms, open up my garage and smile as the hunk of junk greets me with its bodywork up on bricks.
It's a pleasant sight honestly, and I soon lose myself in the work. It's the first moment of peace I've felt for days now as my hands get covered in oil and dirt and I work another sweat up. With the music from my little radio playing I am in my own little world, so much so I'm oblivious to the light footsteps walking down the drive.
"Knock-knock?"
My blood turns cold. I lift my head from under the hood and see Emma stood there in a white summer dress with a floral print, with buttons down the front where her ample cleavage is. Even in my horror I can't help but think of how pretty she is and how radiant she looks.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hiss at her, striding across to her, taking her hand and yanking her into the garage. I immediately slam the button and the motor whirs to slowly close the door, shutting the two of us off from the outside world.
"Coming to see you of course!" she says happily, as if coming to my home is the most normal thing in the world.
"Really? You really think this is appropriate? What the fuck would I say if my wife and kids came back and saw you here?"
