Dinner with the family

Dara quickly grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom sink and cleaned herself, wiping away all visible indiscretions. She could still feel the caked cum on her nipples and deep in the valley of her bosom, but at least that was hidden. Luckily for her, David had just walked into the bathroom, and eyed her in the mirror.

"Hey hun. How was your day?" He looked his usual chipper self, looking as confident as ever as he loosened the tie around his neck.

Dara **** a smile, took a deep breath and lied! "It was great!" She knew what she should've said, 'I spent all afternoon sucking Colin's cock, drinking his cum and splattering it all over my tits!' Dara suddenly realized that her recollection of the events should be alarming and disturbing, yet she felt quite oddly at ease. 'It was great!' This caused a shudder to run down along her spine.

"What're we having for dinner?" David's question broke Dara from her thoughts, forcing her to refocus. Her eyes glanced at his reflection, his torso now naked as he shucked his shirt into the laundry pile, readying to take a shower. She admired his simple physique as he reached in and started the water running. He wasn't the same man she had married years ago, but he kept himself in decent shape. Six pack abs were replaced by a small paunch, tufts of gray were peeking from the temples, and strong muscular arms and hands had transformed into softer and gentler forms befitting a businessman.

'Dinner?' Dara screamed at herself once more, breaking her train of thought. She needed to think quick! "I was ... I was um ... I was thinking we could just order pizza tonight! I need to shop for more groceries tomorrow!" Dara was pleased with her impromptu offer, not entirely lying about needing to go shopping. She continued to watch David in the mirror as he unbuckled his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, along with his boxers. She stared at his ass, it too had transformed over the years, no longer holding the muscle it used to. When he turned to step into the shower, she fixated her eyes on his lovely penis. Her mouth suddenly began salivating, the thought of suckling his penis pervading her thoughts, feeling it swell within her mouth, feeling his heart beating against the flat of her tongue, feeling the mushroomed head bloating.

"Pizza sounds great!" David disappeared into the shower.

Dara shook her head, clearing the storm clouds that had gathered! What was she thinking? She had rarely given David a blowjob, and on those very few occasions, it was just a preliminary effort to appease him, followed quickly by a loving session of intimacy. It wasn't something a proper woman did. It always made her feel so ... so ... nasty! Yet now here she stood, staring at the shadow behind the curtain, wondering why her mind was thinking that way. It was if she could hear Colin's voice speaking to her, 'You are such a ... SLUT!' "Oh GOD!" Dara slumped against the bathroom counter as her body exploded with tiny tremors that rippled, causing her toes to curl.

David pushed open the curtain to see what had happened, concerned to see his wife slumped against the counter. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Ungh! Yeah! Uh ... Cramp ... Yeah ... cramp in my leg! I'll be okay! I ... I um ... I'll go um ... I'll go order the pizza!" Dara hobbled out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to get away from David's concerned gaze. 'Whew! That was close!' Dara breathed a heavy sigh, mixed with emotions! The weight of the truth and her lies were still heavy upon her, but evading her husband's suspicions were a huge relief! 'I need to be more careful in the future!' Again, Dara nearly crumpled, her knees buckling once more. 'What am I thinking? There CAN'T be a FUTURE!' Blocking any thought of sex and Colin, Dara quickly made her way downstairs and to the phone. She ordered the pizza as promised and busied herself in the living room. The pizza arrived just as David was making his way down the steps, dressed casually in his evening lounge pants and a plain tee.

Tony joined them and the three ate in relative silence as they watched a few shows on the television. Dara had cuddled up to David and rested her head upon his shoulder as she tried her best to ignore her thoughts, and block out the events from earlier. She glanced over at her son every so often. He seemed more interested in his phone than the television, actively texting away with someone. All was once again, calm, peaceful and serene.