Author's note:
The goal of this series of cumulative vignettes is to briefly (in 1000 words or less) capture the tension that rises right until the moment of an erotic coupling... which is then purposefully left unresolved. The emphasis is more on the buildup than on the climax, so keep that in mind as you play along!
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It had been about 7 weeks since my deaf client Steven had seduced me into sucking his dick in the movie theater ... and about 2 weeks since I had then willingly given him head in my car. Whereas the solitude and darkness of the first setting had provided suitable cover for the mess of his erupting cum, the setting of my second blow job had required me to swallow his load in order to hide the evidence from my husband.
Although swallowing Steven's thick creamy deposit had kept my car's interior clean, it also prompted me to go through a whole pack of breath mints before I returned home. I felt incredibly guilty. When I'd first arranged to go to the movies with Steven, I had zero intentions of cheating on my husband, and zero desire to suck another man's cock - and yet that's exactly what happened, and I was super angry about it afterward. 5 weeks later, when I found out that I had to work with Steven, I again had zero intentions of cheating on my husband - and yet, it happened again.
Apparently, swallowing Steven's thick creamy deposit had not only kept my car's interior clean, but it had also awakened something else in me. I couldn't deny that it had boosted my sexual confidence to discover that - although I was old enough to be his mom - I could still successfully induce an orgasm out of a handsome young man. That fresh discovery - coupled with my amazement at the undeniably arousing girth of his tall cock - had me teetering on the fence of adultery that borders reluctance and willingness.
And yet, it was a sticky situation - and not just because of his large volume of cum. First of all, I was married, and I didn't want to navigate living a double life. Second, he was technically my client - I had already crossed several lines of professional ethics. Third, there was an odd power dynamic - although I seemed to uncontrollably melt like butter at the mere thought of his package, I also felt that I could easily manipulate this boy who depended on me for language facilitation.
The most significant obstacle, though, was the fourth one - a barrier that I didn't even know about until I unexpectedly saw him at the grocery store one afternoon ... with his arm around a cute girl his age.
I had to quickly step into another aisle in order to keep my jealous rage from exploding out of me like a volcano. In the quiet safety of the cereal boxes staring back at me, I tried to reason with myself:
