I got home around 9:30 pm, still smelling like s*x and Elena’s perfume no matter how much I’d tried to wash up in the office bathroom.
My c**k was sore and my head was spinning. Karen was waiting in the living room when I walked in.
She gave that way smiled, that tired wife smile and came straight over.
“Hey babe,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kissed me full on the lips, sweet and loving, the kind of kiss we’d had a thousand times. “Long day?”
“Yeah… meetings ran late,” I lied, kissing her back. My stomach twisted, but my d**k gave a weak twitch anyway.
Our two-year-old son Max was already asleep upstairs. Claire looked exhausted but happy, wearing one of my old t-shirts that hung loose on her.
We went to bed together next like usual. She cuddled up agains
