Karl tells you his "plan"

You kept your mouth on Karl's cock for just a little while before he told you to stop. You obeyed, though it took some effort, and looked over at him, smiling broadly when he spoke, "Okay, Stefi. Calm down a bit. We're getting close to home. To answer your question from a while back, no, I don't have a wife. I do have kids though, and you're going to be hard enough to explain to them without them seeing your lips wrapped around my dick."

You nodded, still horny and kinda struggling to follow what he was saying.

"They'll both probably ignore you, because they're teenagers. They might not even be home, but if they are, here's the story. You're my... girlfriend... that will go over better than just telling them you're a new hire at my job who loves the taste of my cum. We'll say I've kept you a secret from them, but this is the big reveal. We've seen each other for what? Let's say two months. Oh and hide your ring, they aren't idiots. I've gotta make a couple calls and get some food together, so just make yourself at home."

You nodded again, slipping your wedding ring into your purse with a twinge of guilt. The car had stopped spinning around you, but you still felt hornier than you could remember when you reviewed the plan, "Sounds good! Girlfriend for two months, meeting your kids after all that time. What are their names?" You giggled again, this was kinda like having a secret identity!

"Ivy is my oldest, 19. She's into the goth thing right now. Erik is two years younger, into video games and his own privacy, and probably porn." He parked the car and turned toward you, eyeing you critically. "You've still got a little... on your neck, Stefi."

"Oops!" You replied with a wink. You checked the mirror and fixed it, making a kissy face at your reflection. "Alright!"

Karl's home was a bit bigger than your own, and in a nicer part of town. Karl opened the door, letting you in, and welcomed you into the living room, giving your butt a quick squeeze as he said "You park it here, I'll be in shortly. You squealed at the attention and sat on the couch, looking around.

The decorating was tasteful, but looked more like something out of a catalogue than something built out over time. It told you that Karl was probably honest about being single.

You found a remote for the TV and started flipping through channels, stopping at what looked like Spring Break coverage. One of those shows that had crept out of late night television, focusing on brainless sex appeal. You rolled your eyes and went to change it, just as it cut to a wet t-shirt contest. That... actually looked like fun! You felt a bit of warmth between your legs as the contestants stepped into the stage, shaking their bodies under a hose while the 'judges' applauded.

You watched it a bit longer, but could also hear Karl on the phone in the other room. You couldn't make out details over the TV. You also thought you could hear a sound from the top of the stairs. Was somebody coming down?