Chapter 2: Tuesday
The next day I woke early, to the sound of Nick taking his shower. My mind immediately drifting to last night and the fucking of a lifetime. I shifted under the sheets and felt that familiar tingle between my legs and I remembered the beautiful, majestic manhood I had discovered hiding in the wardrobe. My fingers were already under the covers, teasing my lips and gently caressing my swollen clit. I glanced towards the door to our ensuite bathroom, the sounds of water echoing slightly. I slipped my slender legs out of the bed, my feet easing down onto the cold hardwood floor. I opened my bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. If our sex life was going to pick up again, I thought as I tiptoed naked towards the bathroom, then perhaps I needed to try The Pill again. I'd had severe nausea as a teenager so swore off it, but I liked the feel of a naked cock inside me, fucking me raw. Then again, perhaps...
"Good morning!" I called out, leaning against the door frame. Nick froze, turning slowly and wiping the condensation from the glass so he could take in the view. I lifted the condom packet to my lips and bit down, tearing along the foil to free the latex contraceptive. I walked towards him slowly, opening the shower door and stepping inside.
"When was the last time we showered together?" he asked me, our lips almost touching.
"I can't even remember." My tongue flicked against his top lip as I reached down and squeezed his growing cock. "There are so many things we stopped doing, but I want to do them again." I said, the water cascading over my slightly sun tanned skin.
"No tan lines." said Nick, breathlessly, my fingers slowly working his shaft.
"I sunbathe naked." I told him as I slid protective garment over his swollen manhood. I reached up to his face, gently pulling him down to mine, my pink lips slightly parted. I pressed against him as we kissed, his toned arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. Our tongues danced together, my heart pounding as if this was our first time. Nick walked me backwards until my back was against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. He placed a hand under my right thigh and lifted my leg. It was enough to open me to him, my fingers already between my legs, guiding his rock hard cock to my hungry cunt. As soon as he was in, he began thrusting with all his might. There was a desperation to his desire that turned me on even more. I wrapped my arms around my husband and lifted my other legs, both now wrapped around his body as he lifted and dropped me onto his proud man-meat, his hands on my arse, squeezing as he brought me to orgasm. I came hard, squirting across his abdomen and dick, my body going limp in his arms as he continued his assault. I climaxed another couple times before he finally put me down, pushing me to my knees as he ripped the condom from his shaft. I pulled him to my open mouth just as he shot his load, his warm seed sliding down my throat as I hungrily drank his gift.
Afterwards I watched him get ready for work as I sat at our kitchen table, still wet and wearing nothing but my glasses, very carefully sipping my piping hot coffee. I realised as I watched him dress, his head turning to gaze hungrily at my naked tits regularly, that I was still head over heels for him. I uncrossed my long, shapely legs, and recrossed them for him, flashing my snatch and smiling as I took another sip. I kissed him goodbye as he ran out the door, late because of me, and slowly finished my coffee.
I walked back to our bedroom, the smell of sex still strong, and I finished drying off before slipping on my Elsa black lace bra and panties set from Playful Promises and admired myself in the mirror, my hands pressing against my tits. I could feel my pussy growing damp and I wished that Nick had stayed home today. I went our glory-hole-free walk-in robe and pulled out a red plaid shirt of Nick's and slowly slid it on, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows. It was a tight fit on my husband, but hung loose on my smaller frame, only tightening slightly around my chest. I followed it with a pair of too-tight and too-short Diesel denim hot pants. I reached across the bed, relishing the smells we created last night , and pulled my phone from the charger. There were two messages from Drew. One asking how I was this morning, and the other was a pic of him, topless and flexing his huge, dark muscles. I opened the camera app and snapped a few pics, sending the sexiest one to Nick, and another to Drew.
Once more my thoughts drifted to the guest room. Would he be back today? I pushed the thought aside and sat at my dresser. I slowly cleaned the slightly chipped purple varnish, smoothing it out before applying another coat of OPIs Purple With a Purpose lacquer. As I painted the lengths of my well cultivated fingernails I couldn't help but imagine what they'd look like wrapped around that beer can cock. I let my nails dry before I turned on my work PC and messed around with a few graphics projects, but my mind just wasn't in it. I stripped our bed and put the sheets in the laundry, and I remade the bed with clean, linen. I thought about fucking in this nice new bed, inhaling it's clean scent and relishing how I'd get the sheet covered with cum. I'd been thinking about fucking Nick all day long, but for some reason, the more I desired my husband's cock, the more I thought about the monster in the wardrobe.
And on that subject, what the fuck was I supposed to do about that? Some pervert was sticking his cock into my wardrobe and getting his jollies, what? Listening to me play with myself? It couldn't be coincidence that he was fucking the wardrobe in the room I had turned into my personal mastubatorium. I finally relented around lunch time and I went back into the guest room. I slipped the key into the lock and twisted slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard the click and the door slid open. I slowly crept inside, kicking off my ballet flats and sliding my bare feet across the wooden floorboards in case I stepped in more mess and to make cleaning easier, at least, that's what I told myself, denying the fact that this man appealed to my feshistic love of cum play.
I reached the back wall with was no sign of my penile visitor. I pulled out my phone and looked up the number for the local police. This was definitely a police matter, but something was stopping me from following through. I sunk down to my knees and reached out, my fingertips tracing the contours of the wall. I'm not sure what I was looking for. Maybe signs of recent use? I took a deep breath, savouring the faint musky aroma still lingering in the air. I put my phone away and stepped back. Maybe he wouldn't do it again, now that he'd been discovered. I didn't want to ruin anyone's life over something so trivial. I stepped away from the back wall, a voice in my head telling me that there was nothing trivial about that cock.
I closed the door as I left, but left it unlocked for now. My phone buzzed as another message from Drew came through, and we chatted via text for a bit. I sent him another picture, this time I was peeling back the fabric of Nick's shirt to show off my black lacey bra, blowing a kiss to the camera. He replied with yet another picture of his dick, but all that did was make me want my husband to hurry home for another fuck session. I replied, complimenting his impressive endowment, but once again had to turn down his offer to drive over to show me in person. He called me a cocktease, and I suppose he was right. I told him that if he thought that was teasing, he should see what I send to my husband. Then I sent Nick the topless picture I took the day before, smiling as I imagined his expression as he checked his messages at work.
I ate some leftover salad for lunch and my husband sent me a reply to my text, with the promise of more of what he gave me last night which made my cunt twitch with anticipation. I headed to the guest room, this time scratch the itch between my legs but I checked back with the wardrobe to see if my intruder was back yet, but still no cock. I was just closing the door once more when something caught my eye. The small room was no longer empty. There was now a neatly tied-off yellow condom on the floor near the back wall. I wondered if this was his idea of being clean, but why discard his mess on my side? I shuffled into the dark space and picked up the discarded prophylactic between my thumb and forefinger and lifted it into the light. I'd never seen a condom so... Full. Was this just one load? If what I'd witnessed yesterday was his norm, then I'd imagine so. I lifted the bag to my nose and sniffed. An overwhelming banana scent as well as the scent of latex. No vaginal smell. This was done just for me.
I took the condom with me when I left, telling myself I was going to throw it away. I carried it to the garbage bin, pausing as I clutched it above the rest of the waste. I bit my bottom lip as I placed the condom on my kitchen work top. I opened one of the kitchen drawers and rummaged through the junk piled in there until I found my tall 60ml shot glass. My heart was thundering in my chest as I snipped the knot off the condom with my kitchen scissors, releasing the intoxicating scent which almost brought me to orgasm alone.
"I'm just measuring the amount" I said aloud, doing my best to convince myself. The contents spilled out into the glass, my fingers massaging the rubber to get every last drop out. My pussy throbbed as I turned it inside out, sliding two fingers into the condom to scrape the last of the cum onto the rim of the shot glass. Once I had as much as I could get into the container, I wrapped the condom in a tissue and tossed it into the garbage and turned my attention back to my experiment. The glass was almost full with over 50ml of cloudy man milk. I grabbed the glass and pushed my tongue into the salty cum and tilted my head back, the contents of the tiny chalice oozing into my open mouth. This was some of the better cum I'd tasted, if not the best. Thick, creamy and sweet. I held the semen in my mouth as I tugged at my shirt, my fingers fumbling with my buttons. I gargled the strangers cum as I stripped in my kitchen. I tugged my shorts down, my black panties being dragged to the floor with them. I hauled my brassier off and threw it aside before my left hand busied itself between my legs.
