I stood there for long moments, looking at the image in the mirror, my mind racing. Monty could drive in at any moment. As this was his first trip on his new job, there was no way I could be sure of the exact time he might arrive. I slid my hands down and with two forefingers, spreading the puffy lips apart. My clit looked like Rudolf, The red nosed Reindeer's nose on Christmas Eve! It was swollen to almost twice its normal size and the result of Jake's biting and sucking on it had turned it a deep red. While looking at it, I trailed a fingertip over it and received a jolt of pleasure/pain shooting from my clit into my stomach. It was so sensitive I could hardly touch it.
Knowing that Monty would be anxious to fuck me tonight, made me worry about how to keep him from noticing my swollen clit. I considered my options. To keep the lights out, would keep him from seeing it, but I was not sure that I could stand the sensation of his cock rubbing against it. The only thing I could think of to prevent that was to have him fuck me doggy fashion or give him a blow-job. The remnants of Jakes cum would just make my pussy slick and less pressure on my clit.
Somewhat satisfied with my strategy, I went into the kitchen and got a couple of ice cubes. Returning to the bathroom I placed the ice cubes in a washcloth and held the coldness against my swollen clit. I was hoping that the cold ice would help to reduce the swelling. I glanced at the clock and realized that the girls would be bouncing through the door at any time now, and for them to find me undressed for the second time in a row was pressing my luck.
Quickly, I wiped my ass and cunt with the cloth, promising myself a nice hot bath after attending to Monty's sexual needs later. I slipped on Panties and bra, then a flowery blouse and a long flowing skirt. I wanted to look dressed but, casual for Monty's homecoming. I applied new makeup and brushed my hair. Again, I spun around, inspecting myself for anything that might convey suspicions as to what I had been doing today. I hadn't even put my hairbrush down before I heard Melissa yell, "Hey Mom! We're home!"
I smiled and went to greet them. "Hello, Girls!" I said, happily. "How was school today?" I bent down and kissed each one on the cheek.
"Great, Mom!" Melissa replied.
"It was just Ok." Sara added a little less excited.
Somehow, it sounded wrong. Sara is such a sweet and shy child. She is quieter than Melissa, but more serious about things. It struck me that something maybe bothering her. I do try to pay attention to their moods and give them the attention that they want. I must try in the next few days to sit aside some time to have a confidential talk with her as it has been awhile since that I did that. Sara is the type of girl that will let things go until it become really important to her, then it is like a dam bursting and I catch it all at once.
Melissa, on the other hand, is more forward and to the point, always saying what she is thinking. Sister's for sure, but a lot of differences also. Melissa is bound for her after school treats and permission to visit a friend in the neighborhood. I give her the OK and remind her that Daddy will be home tonight. Sara, meanwhile, has gone to her room to study for a test coming up at school. My mind is whirling over today's events, trying to remember if there were any signs that they would be suspicious of. I remembered that Jake had fucked me on Sara's bed, but I had quickly smoothed it out before leaving it. If there were any cum stains on it they were not noticeable to me. I waited a few minutes and followed Sara to her bedroom. I found her standing in the middle of the room deep in thought.
"What's the matter, Sara?" I asked, "Are you upset or worried about anything? You know that we have no reason to hide anything from each other."
"I know, Mom." She replied, "I was just trying to remember. I was sure that I had made my bed this morning and placed my Teddy bear and my pillow on top of the covers, but the Teddy bear is gone!"
Glancing at her bed confirmed that the bear was gone, but logic said it couldn't have gone far. I bent down and took a quick look under the bed and there was the furry little thing looking back at me. Obviously the hard fucking that Jake had given me had knocked Teddy off the bed and somehow had been kicked under the bed. I retrieved it and handed it to her, seeing her smile.
"See, Sara! Maybe, Teddy got scared being all alone in here today and crawled under the bed" I teased her, but at the same time cursing Jake for fucking me in her room.
"Thanks, Mom! I guess I should have looked before saying anything." She replied.
"That's ok, Sara. Just as long as you know that I'm here for you. Any problems you have, no matter how small or large, you can always confide in me.
"I know Mom, and I will, Maybe we can discuss a few things that have been bothering me, But not now. I need to study for the test for tomorrow." She said
I felt very proud of her at that moment. Seventeen years old and maturing into a beautiful young lady. We had discussed the boy/girl situation from time to time and I passed along motherly advice to her. I was much more liberal with her and Melissa than my mom had been with me. My mother was the old-fashion kind and believed that sex was nasty. There were two things wrong with her advice, it was out-dated, and it came too late. I had already found out for myself that sex was pleasurable. I didn't want my girls to grow up thinking that all sex was nasty, but have respect for themselves and their bodies.
It was time to think about what to serve Monty and the girls for dinner tonight. I was sure that he would be home soon. I'm sure my face flushed red when I remembered what I had eaten in the family room this afternoon. Unconsciously, I touched my clit, through my panties and it was still very sensitive. And I realized how dangerous the position was that I had put myself in. Well, it couldn't be helped, now. I'd just have to play it by ear and hope for the best. I went into the kitchen, started a pot of water boiling for spaghetti, and opened a jar of spaghetti sauce.
By the time the spaghetti was done, I had made a salad. Now, all that was left was to butter the French bread, toast it in the oven. But all of those last minute things could wait until Monty was actually home. I set the table for four and mentally started making a shopping list. I usually did my shopping on Wednesdays as the store specials usually kicked in on the middle of the week, but I could still shop on Friday's just as well.
Perhaps I should start thinking of making a casserole or a meat loaf during those days that Jake would be here. Heaven's knows that he is not going to give me time to cook, during the days he is here. I begin to hope that he would soon tire of me and just let me slip back into my normal routine. Of course, there would probably be other men in my life, but I was determined not to let them gain control of me as Jake had done. But would I really want him to stop coming? I wish I had the answer to that question.
The memories of the last two days were shoved into the back of my mind as I prepared for Monty's return. As the time drew near, Melissa came bounding in, asking, "Is Daddy Home yet?"
"No, Not yet, Dear!" I replied, "But, soon, I'm sure."
A few minutes later, we heard the garage door open and the sound of a door slamming, followed by Monty's voice saying "Hello, Girls, Daddy's home!'
Melissa went to him, hugging him, and kissing him on the cheek Sara had heard the commotion and had come into the kitchen with us just in time to see her daddy giving me a very hot, passionate kiss. She smiled at me as I stepped aside and she took her turn in greeting him with a kiss. The girls gathered around him at the table, listening to his tales of his days at his new job. He seemed very happy about his promotion. I listened also, as I busied my self with finishing the preparations for dinner.
Afterwards, Sara and Melissa cleared the table and put dishes into the dishwasher while Monty and I went into the family room and watched the evening news. It seemed kind of strange to be sitting with my husband on the same sofa that Jake had fucked me so soundly on, just a few hours before. I know that Monty was going to be horny after a couple of days away from me, so I wasn't surprised when he put his hands on my tits, rubbing and squeezing them gently. I cuddled closer to him in an attempt to show that I was as anxious as he was, but cautioned him to not get carried away, because the girls may walk in unexpectedly.
"Don't you think that they know what Daddy does to Mommy at night?" He grinned, his finger tip gently circling my left nipple.
"Oh, I would imagine they know more than we think." I replied, "There is no telling what they learn from their friends at school."
Monty grinned at that and replied, "Hell, I remember that a cousin of mine visited us from California. He was older than I by a couple of years and he showed me how to masturbate. I think I was ten at the time but I was sure curious.
"Really? What did he show you?" I asked.
"Well, Everything! Of course, not everything at once, but after he started, he showed me a lot in the two weeks we were together." Monty laughed.
Now, this was interesting me. Of course, I didn't tell him that I knew just exactly what he was talking about as I was also taught a lot by a neighbor girl whom I liked real well.
