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The rest of the workday passed in a haze. I could still feel Richard inside me, his cum slowly leaking into my panties as I sat through meetings and pretended to be focused. Every shift in my chair reminded me of what we’d done in the parking garage. By the time I got home that evening, I was exhausted, and drowning in guilt.

Michael greeted me at the door with his usual warm smile and a kiss.

“Hey babe! How was your day?” he asked, pulling me into a hug.

“Long,” I said, leaning into him. “Really long.”

He rubbed my back gently. “Poor thing. I have...