Back home

A short while later I arrived back at home. I had to remind myself that I couldn't talk about the events of the last few days. Susan thought I was on a boring business trip for work, not going on the run with criminals and banging strangers in a dressing room at the mall.

I hid the duffle bag full of money in a safe place only I knew about in the garage, straightened my clothes and walked into the kitchen, hoping I didn't smell to strongly of sex. Susan was standing at the sink washing a cup, wearing nothing but a t-shirt. She turned and smiled at me, and from that angle I could now see her bush.

"Hey stranger," she said.

"Hey babe," I said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Been a while since you got called out like that," Susan said.

"I thought the other branches had gotten to where they could handle emergencies, but guess I was wrong," I lied. It was true that used to happen, back when we first got married. "At least I'm home now."

"Glad to have you back!" she said, glancing at the clock. "Just in time for bed. Why don't you shower and come lay down."

"Sounds good," I said.

I kissed her cheek again and hurried up to the master bedroom. I stripped and showered, washing the smell of sex off me, paying special attention to cleaning my still tender asshole.

After drying off and brushing my teeth, I stepped into the bedroom, partially hoping my wife was already asleep.