The truth

Michelle had been mindlessly stroking herself since you left for work. She had never bothered to put on any clothes aside from her glasses, let alone begin her housework. She felt like she was in a fever dream. She knew she'd have trouble keeping her promises, even for one day. The knock at the door sounded like salvation, and Michelle rushed to it without covering up.

When she threw open the door, she came face to face with a strange man in sunglasses and tight jeans. He chuckled when she opened the door, totally naked, full breasts heaving, and wet with her own juices.

"Hey, I'm Nick. I heard you can't say no to a big cock. Can I have a drink of water?"

Michelle breathlessly pulled him into the house and led him to the kitchen. He just shook his head and chewed the wad of gum in his mouth. Michelle tried to collect herself, and poured him a glass of water from the fridge. It was all she could do to concentrate on the mundane task. When she turned to get ice, she gasped. He had moved up next to her, and his dick was sticking through the fly of his jeans.

It was huge. It arced upward to her face and seemed to call to her. She managed to place the glass of water on the island counter and she knelt down. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open as she examined it.

Nick wasted no time and began to slap the huge thing against her awe- parted lips.

"No, no wait," gasped Michelle. "I have to call my husband and ask him if this is ok."

"Oh yeah?" he said. "Alright, send him a selfie. Just like this." His cock was rock hard and resting across her whole face as they talked. It extended over her lips, past her glasses, and up into her beautiful hair.

Just like the glass of water task had been, she felt compelled to complete it. If she did, she'd have a reward. But what? His cum? His cock? Michelle knew she had agreed to some ground rules because she loved her husband, but she honestly didn't know what was going to happen. She obeyed and texted you, and you responded immediately.