Creampie

As much as my body craved cock, I also was ready to get home with this bag of money, so I decided to finish the job just like I was. I bounced my mother-in-law up and down on Jerry's cock until he blew his load deep inside of her. Then I sat there and kissed him as that warmth spread inside of me.

"Thanks, baby," I said after a moment, then quickly started getting dressed.

Jerry ticked his cock back in his pants and continued driving in silence. I could tell he was having second thoughts about what had just happened, and part of me did feel for him. Even if he wasn't a loyal husband as he said, he wasn't the type of guy who was pulling much ass he wasn't paying for. To lose all those years of being a faithful husband just like that would make most people feel incredibly guilty.

Except me, apparently. I didn't feel any and I was fucking around on Susan...with A LOT of partners. Was that me or these bodies?

I felt like I should offer him some words of encouragement but my mind was completely blank. So we sat there in an awkward silence until the semi hissed to a stop in front of my truck, which was luckily right where I left it.

"Thanks again, Jerry," I said before climbing down. "Now go home and do the same thing with your wife. Think about me if you have to, but give her the best fucking of her life."

"I'll try," he said.

I climbed down, hit the unlock button and stowed the bag in the back seat as he drove away. I then pulled out my phone and stared at the app. I couldn't go home as Cheryl or Leighjaye. Susan would expect me. But I was also wearing short shorts and a belly shirt.

With a sigh I tapped my own face and felt my body morph back into the normal me... dressed like a sissy. I couldn't go home in those clothes. It was late, but I could still stop and buy an outfit that would at least not raise any suspicions at home.

I climbed into the truck and drove to the mall. Not the one close to my house, but the one further across town, where I was less likely to run into people I know.

I climbed out of the truck and started in, feeling a little self conscious about how I was dressed. In no time I realized I was being followed.