Calling in sick

The next morning, Susan and I barely talked as we got ready for work. I had already decided that I wasn't going to work, but I had no intention of letting her know it. I had made new plans today for me and any number of pussies. She wouldn't understand.

As soon as she was out the door, I phoned in sick and sat down to flip through my options. I was vaguely aware that despite a late night cleaning with Clorox wipes, the living room still smelled vaguely of Cheri's pussy.

Part of me wanted to use Susan's body, if only as a secret **** against her. But my phone was full of female contacts I'd collected through the years, many of them I'd love to see naked. Many I'd love to play with.