I'd been in a state of euphoria in the days following Charlie and myself having fucked for the first time. The overwhelming desire I had for him instilling me with a newfound confidence; if I could make my dream of having Charlie inside me true, what else was possible? It felt like I could do anything.
To everyone else in the house life continued as normal. Jen and Luke continued to go to work, and Charlie had also returned to the building site. Although there had been no chance for sex, there had been a few steamy encounters. On one occasion, Charlie having returned from a run gesturing for me to follow him upstairs. Outside the bathroom, we passionately kissed while I ran my fingers down his sweat soaked body, finishing with my hands inside his shorts to work the head of his uncut cock. I moved my mouth beside his ear, and whispered "cum in your boxers, I want to taste it."
Charlie had a look of surprise on his face and mouthed "fuuuuuck" without a sound passing his lips. He then nodded and locked himself in the bathroom.
No more than 15 minutes later, Charlie made his way into my room, a towel around his waist.
"They're ready. Came in them after my shower," he said with a smirk on his face. He then teased me by grabbing his crotch over the towel before leaving to change in the marital bedroom.
I hurried to the bathroom to retrieve the gift he'd left. There they were -- a pair of sweaty boxers glistening with Charlie's fresh cum. Wanting to savour the taste for as long as possible, I ensured only the tip of my tongue licked at his thick spunk. Swallowing the last of the cum, I shot my own load across the bathroom floor.
Charlie had been secretly hatching a plan over the past few days, and he would set this into motion during that evening's family dinner.
"I'm really sorry Jen, but I'm being sent away this weekend to work on another site. It's an urgent job, so I'm going to have to be there until Monday morning."
Jen was an understanding wife, and realised that working for a small building firm,
Charlie would often be used to plug the gaps when labour shortages arose.
"Yeah, okay. But just tell them you're mine next weekend!" she jested.
Charlie then turned to look at me. The way he held his stare had changed since our first sexual encounter. He didn't just look at me anymore, but looked in me if that makes any sense? It's like there was a connection there now, something beyond anything words could explain.
"Fancy coming with me to help out? The hotel's all paid for. You'd have to share a room with me though, that's okay, isn't it?"
Jen and Luke both focused on me, waiting for my answer. If they'd known that their husband/father had been inside me, they wouldn't have remained so quiet.
"Sure, I'll come," I replied, "I don't mind sharing a room with you. Just hope you don't snore!"
