The next few minutes dragged as if in slow motion, time was forgotten and irrelevant as they clung to each other in their lounge. She felt something inside her, like a huge lump building slowly, was it regret? Her stomach churned and the lump passed to her throat as she felt tears running down her cheeks. Mike sat motionless, in obvious shock now, not a word had come from him since Steve left. A sense of panic was growing inside Lynn now as she looked into the unseeing eyes of her husband. Was it all too much for him? What had she done? She had taken his excitement last night as approval, was she wrong?
The wetness between her legs was cooling and reminded her that she still had Steve's cum inside her, it was slowly oozing from her and moving down her inner thighs, she needed to clean up.
"Mike, Mike!" She urged.
No response.
"I am going to clean up then we have to talk about this, ok?"
She stood as a blob of cum oozed free and landed on the carpet between her feet. She looked down guiltily as it laid on the carpet and slowly started to soak into the fabric. Mike's eye had not moved.
"Get yourself another drink and I will be back in a few minutes after a shower."
Nothing. She shook him until his eyes were looking at hers, she could sense he was looking at her but not seeing, there was no spark in his eyes, just a deadness. A shiver ran through her core. Lynn turned and grabbed her clothes from the sofa and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. She had to erase all signs of what had happened and fast too, then she needed to reach out and pull Mike back from whatever was keeping him catatonic.
She stood under the shower letting the hot water run over her body, her mind racing with what had happened. Yes it had gone too far, far too far and too fast too. What was she thinking? She reasoned that Mike had known what might happen, but then again did it really have to happen? Just because it could didn't mean it should. What if he had changed his mind? Did he? He had cum though, so he must have liked it. He loved the idea last night didn't he?
The more she thought the more confused she became. Was she to blame here? No that couldn't be true, could it?
She stepped out of the shower dried her hair and wrapped her robe round her and slowly went back downstairs. She could hear nothing, no sounds of signs of movement. She walked into the lounge, nothing!
Running into the kitchen, nothing, no sign of Mike.
"Mike!" she called but nothing only silence. Searching the ground floor and then even the back yard, no sign of him. She pulled her handbag open and opened her phone and pressed speed dial for Mike. She stood waiting for the connection, then the familiar ringtone came from the area beside Mike's leather chair. He had left his phone if he had gone out that is. Again she searched the house from top to bottom calling his name. He was nowhere to be seen. He had gone!!
She slumped into Mike's chair her phone in her hand as she tried to make sense of what had happened.
She called Steve.
"No I haven't seen him since I left yours. Was he OK with it all? He did look a bit quiet to be honest so I guess it was a shock seeing us doing it in front of him."
