Man of the House

"It'll probably only be for a few weeks," Emma said, as she absentmindedly drank the last of the wine that you had picked up on your way home from work. "Besides, she'll contribute toward rent and groceries once she gets a job." The conversation continued, but you knew that the argument was settled.

'It's not the money, I'm worried about,' you thought to yourself. In reality, your sex life with Emma had deteriorated to the point where you almost didn't even care about it anymore. Being rejected when you tried to initiate, and even stopped before you could finish, had a way of making you not want it, well at least not with her.

For some reason you didn't think that a guest moving into your modestly-sized home would improve things in the bedroom. While you might get off on the idea of fucking Emma where there was a chance of getting caught, you could say with certainty that she did not.

In the end, there wasn't much you could do: