I got home around 9:30 pm, still smelling like sex and Elena’s perfume no matter how much I’d tried to wash up in the office bathroom.

My cock 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 dick gave a weak twitch...