The sun had risen long before me. The sleep had been all consuming. The sharp strap of the polyester panties I wore comforted me that the night before was a reality. I gyrated under the covers making the panties press against my used hole, it felt sore like muscles after a satisfying workout. I started recreating the positions my body had been used in the night before. I took my fingers and started to work them down my throat, I easily got them through any resistance. I took them out of my throat and placed them between my legs, coating my sore hole in saliva. I pushed aside the string of the panties to finger myself. My rough hands did not feel as nice as Mark's, I kept pushing. I felt his cum inside me, in fact I knew some had leaked out overnight into the underwear resting atop the panties. I pulled the fingers out and looked at them, slick with cum. I licked them, sucking on them, remembering the taste of him.
This was the last day Mark and Stephanie would be in town. They were taking an early bus tomorrow. I had to go back to work the day after. Work, what a strange thought after this week. What would I do when he was gone? What would I do today with him still here?
I made my way downstairs and I saw Mark and Sarah chatting over coffee. "There you are honey. You must have gotten to bed late last night."
"Sorry, don't know what got into me."
"Some coffee Mr. Smith?" I looked at Mark, he acted so calm and collected, as if part of him still wasn't inside me. I realized I needed to keep up the same appearances.
"I'll get it myself thank you-" Thank you Daddy. Please let us go upstairs and repeat last night Daddy. Please.
"James?" I had been standing still in the doorway. I moved to the coffee machine. As I poured my cup, I realized I had not yet put on a shirt. I hope Mark enjoyed the view.
"Where is Stephanie?"
"She's still in bad shape. She needs to calm down on the alcohol intake."
"I'm sorry I didn't keep a closer eye on that Mrs. Smith."
"She's her own person. She should be able to take care of herself. Anyway, I don't think she's going to have much energy today. Hopefully she will feel better by diner, I made a reservation for all of us downtown."
"What a nice idea baby." I started sipping my coffee. "I was hoping to head to the mall today and buy a new shirt or two." I tried my hardest to sound inconspicuous.
"Do you mind if I join you Mr. Smith? I need to find a book." My heart jumped.
"So, I get to babysit while you two go shopping?"
"You can join if you would like honey." I prayed for her to decline.
"No, it's fine. She's my daughter. I have some emails to answer anyways." She was not happy about this. I hung in fear she would change her tune.
"I should take a shower then."
By the time Mark and I were ready to leave Stephanie had woken up. She had changed into some sweats and was cupping some herbal tea. She looked in bad shape.
"I'm sorry about last night." She had already repeated this sentiment multiple times.
"Just be more careful next time." My wife made her some breakfast.
I grabbed the car keys and headed for the door.
"Honey, aren't you forgetting something?" I froze, now what? Sarah pointed to her lips. I walked into the kitchen to kiss her. "Don't be too long."
Mark was waiting for me, leaning against the car.
"Keys Mr. Smith." I threw them to him. He unlocked the car and got in the driver's seat. I didn't know he could drive. I didn't ask.
Mark adapted to my car with ease, using the GPS to navigate himself to the local mall. I was surprised that was where he was taking us. I wanted him to take me to a motel and fuck me. My desire for him was clouding my vision, it was paralyzing my speech. We sat in silence for nearly five minutes as Mark casually drove streets unknown to him. I tried not to stare at him too much. One of his hands grabbed my thigh as the other held the steering wheel. My heart started to race. I was acting like a schoolgirl on her first date. I wanted to place my hand on his. Was that ok? I took a deep breath and placed my hand on his. I saw the edge of a smile on his face, it made me smile and blush.
The car stopped at a light. Mark turned to me, moved his hand to my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed him with care, he kissed me with authority.
"You were a good girl last night Mr. Smith." He moved back from the kiss.
"Thank you." I looked away briefly to see an elderly lady in the lane beside us turn her head away. She had seen us.
"Do you really need some new shirts Mr. Smith?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Then why did you want to go shopping today girl?"
"I-" I was flustered. "I wanted to buy new underwear-" The car took off once more. "For you to see me in."
"Your daughter doesn't have good enough taste?" He chuckled. "No worries, I had some thoughts on something for you to wear." I worried about his words. Our hands were once again entangled.
Mark parked far away from the entrance, no cars around us. We kissed once more.
"Take my dick out Mr. Smith." I complied with his order.
There it was, dormant and still dangerous. I started to play with it. Mark reclined the driver's seat and put his hands behind his back. I looked around the parking lot, no one was near us. I started to suck the young man's cock. Enjoying the feeling of it harden in my grasp. Thank god he let me touch it again. There had been a moment of fear that this would not happen again. I slurped and gagged. I licked and stroked.
"Look over here Mr. Smith." My mouth still around the object of my affection, I looked at Mark. He held in his hand my phone. When had he gotten that? "Tell me how much you love that cock girl."
After a moment of being flustered I answered. "Daddy, you have the best cock anyone could ask for. I love sucking on it so much."
"How much?"
"More then I like fucking my wife." The words surprised us both.
"You really are becoming a bitch Mr. Smith." I licked the cock and winked at the camera.
Mark put my phone down. "Nice performance Mr. Smith. You can send that video to me later."
Mark pushed me off his dick. "Let's get you some clothes." I was disappointed. I wanted to have made him cum, to swallow him. He saw the look on my face. "It's ok girl. You'll get a mouthful later." The words brightened my mood.
Mark handed me my phone as we walked to the mall entrance. The screen was freezeframed on my face lovingly licking his cock like and ice cream. My heart patted with pride. I closed the app and placed the phone in my pocket. I looked timidly at Mark. He aways walked with unbridled confidence, and why shouldn't he.
The mall was only half in use these days with only the largest stores staying afloat. Mark let me go find some panties as he seemed to have a plan of his own. I tried to act confident in the women's section. A nice young lady tried to help me. I told her I was shopping for my wife. I couldn't tell if she was convinced. Thinking I had found what I wanted I headed to a register. Mark found me there. I shifted on my feet as he approached me, nervous he wouldn't like my selection.
"What do we have here?" He was carrying a rather large bag of goods that seemed already paid for. "Is this what you want to wear?" He was talking loud enough for the man in front of me in line to hear. I tried to nod discreetly as the man turned around to catch a glance at us. I was relieved when he was called to the register. "Let's find someplace for you to change after this."
We walk through the mall to an area almost void of stores and people. Mark reached out and grabbed my hand. Part of me was mortified. I knew people in this town. Stephanie probably went to school with some of the employees in these stores. The rest of me couldn't get enough of Mark's claim on me. He pulled me suddenly when he found what he was looking for. He opened the door to a men's room and pushed me in. It was empty.
"Get dressed I want to see you in these." Mark handed me what he had bought.
I entered the largest stall and undressed. Slowly putting on what was given to me over one of the panties I had bought myself. I was surprised at the selection. I had expected something else. I felt self-conscious in these clothes.
"Let's see it Mr. Smith." I heard Mark. I walked out, my head low. "Not bad." Mark was sitting on the counter between two sinks.
I started to look at myself when a man in a janitorial outfit walked in. I froze. Scared out of my wits. He only gave us a quick glance before heading to a urinal.
"So, what do you think?" Mark asked me, ignoring the new presence.
I was wearing a white tank top, a size or two too small. It pressed against my skin and showed off the hair on my chest and arm. Any movement would pull the top up and reveal my happy trail. Held up by my leather belt was a comically tight pair of jean shorts that ended right before my ass. Finally, Mark had gotten me white tube socks with work boots. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a parody of a man. It was a masculine outfit in the way that I could be put on the cover of a Playgirl magazine. Underneath it all was the panties I had chosen myself, showing the hidden truth of the masculinity.
The man who had come in walked next to me and washed his hands. "Would you tell my friend here that he looks good." Mark asked the man washing his hands. I felt another wave of embarrassment rush over me. I expected him so quickly finish and leave us without a word. Instead, as he dried his hands, he looked me over.
"Your boyfriend looks hot. I'd hit it." He told Mark, who snickered. The words shocked me. Was this hot? Was I Mark's boyfriend? Neither of those could be true.
"Well, I was planning on hitting it once you left." Mark replied to the janitor with his usual casual demeanor.
"I'd pay to watch that." The guy chuckled.
