Grace was in a daze. Standing alone in the bathroom of the house she and her husband afforded with help from her well-off parents and their combined jobs, she was transfixed on her reflection in the mirror. Her elegant blonde hair was a mess, and her blue eyes glazed over in a dreamy haze, cum slowly drying around her mouth. She was in no hurry to clean it off, it's not like it would have changed the pungent taste of cum and man musk that made a home in her mouth. Every breath she took she felt as if he was still inside her mouth, stretching her jaw, making her drink his milk.
Her body was in no better state. Her c cup tits were still sore from their rough treatment. Her wide child-rearing hips carried her sore plump booty, ass cheeks beaten so red to the point she felt like a baboon.
Her fingers absentmindedly played with her abused pussy, in her dazed state she had forgotten if she was trying to get the cum out or keep it in. It felt so right inside of her. She remembered every vein on the girthy, dark, musky dick that had plowed her depths.
"Tomorrow," she whispered to herself. Yes, that's right. He had told her he would be there again tomorrow morning bright and early to get back to the plumbing work he was doing in her house.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, I don't work then," she muttered. She slowly as if in a trance brought her cum covered finger to her mouth and suckled the cock juice that had previously been in her snatch down her throat.
"Mmmm," she moaned as her lower body spasmed. After she finished eating all the cum, she could scrape out her kitty and took a warm shower she would have to remember to set aside a cash tip for the plumber when he came back tomorrow. He should know what a good job he did and how grateful she was to him for his help. When she got out of the shower, she poured herself a glass of wine and went to bed, choosing to ignore any messages on her phone until the next day. Despite her fatigue and soreness, she could hardly wait for tomorrow to finally roll around.
Saturday morning came. Grace was up bright and early feeling more refreshed than ever. There was an almost unnoticeable buzz in her brain that she deemed unfamiliar. Even though she dismissed it as the wine it didn't feel like a hangover. It'll be fine she figured, anyways she can't really remember the last time she felt this good in the morning. When she made it to her spacious kitchen she put the $100 tip on the counter and began making two cups of coffee, it was only 30 minutes until the African-American plumber arrived and she didn't want to seem rude for not offering such a kind, handsome, and strung gentleman such as himself something to drink.
There was nothing wrong with this picture in her mind, besides she needed a way to politely tell him what happened yesterday was a one-time thing. She and her husband Braden were both in their early 30s, they met in college and were an item, and... well... no one had to know about this, everyone made mistakes. Speaking of, she noticed she hadn't responded to his text asking how she would feel about a hike sometime when he got back.
"I guess I should respond to him, I'll just say I was asleep or something," she thought aloud. Grace had just finished sending a somewhat forced apology to him saying she had been stressed out and fallen asleep early. Their relationship had always been a bit rocky. Still, after they got married it seemed to get only more tumultuous, partly because of their respective jobs disallowing much of any time to be spent with one another, partly because they always argued.
So, Grace would be lying if she said it would have been all sunshine and roses even if they could be together more often, really it was like they were two different people who couldn't understand each other. Secretly she enjoyed having an excuse not to be forced to be around one another for so long. Luckily, she had gotten Braden to agree to go to counseling with her, hopefully removing the invisible barrier that seemed to prevent any real depth in their relationship.
Before she could answer his question about hiking when he returned from his business trip a series of firm knocks on the door gave her an out from messaging back. Grace immediately stood up and gathered herself as she went to answer the door in nothing but her robe. Upon opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of the fit and well-built plumber Mr.Juice and his puffy afro, he was taller than her but wasn't a giant, wearing a fitting button shirt and slacks with a noticeable bulge at his pelvis. She didn't wonder much why he never seemed to wear the traditional plumber outfit, as long as the job got done.
They were close enough that she could smell his cologne mixed with some of his mouthwatering raw aroma she was hopelessly falling in love with.
