Tears and Babble

Dara realized there was only one place to turn, so as to not face the men as they entered the kitchen. She couldn't bear to look either of them in the eyes at this moment. She quickly turned to the sink, and began filling it with water, adding an overly generous amount of liquid soap. She dipped her hands in the mixture and sloshed it around, creating a thick lather of suds as the sink began filling.

Before Dara had a chance to do anything else, she felt David's familiar body press up against her, his crotch nestling comfortably between the cheeks of her ass as she leaned over the sink. His arms wrapped around her and gripped just below her pendulous breasts, hugging her as he molded to her, his hot breath tickling her neck. "Hey hun ..."

Dara was utterly pinned into an impossible position. There was no escape! There was no way to explain the entire situation without totally destroying everything she valued. She quickly realized there was only one option left, and that was to rely on woman's best defense. Tears began falling in earnest, trailing in rivers along her face as she sobbed and heaved. Tiny whimpers turned into almost silent sobs as her body quaked, clearly letting her husband know that something was wrong. He tried hugging more tightly and turning her towards him, but she resisted and began crying in loud wailing cries.

"No hunny! I'm so ashamed! I can't deal with it! I've let you both down! I don't know what came over me! I ... I ... The girls ... they came over ... We um ... you know ... got to talking ... you know tea and stuff ... I don't know ... Oh God, I'm so ashamed! ... They um ... We talked ... Then um ... The house ... I didn't ..." Dara continued to babble in nonsense, never really streaming a full conscious thought between body wracking sobs and rivers of tears that now dripped from her cheeks. David's grip had loosened, but he continued to hold Dara, as she continued to ramble on. "I don't know ... um ... I lost track of time ..." David tried again, unsuccessfully to pull her away from the sink and turn her around. Dara fought back, unwilling to let David see her disheveled state, and worse yet, Colin's cum still sticky upon her chest. Tears still fell like waterfalls. "I just left ... um ... left the house ... OH GOD! ... such a mess ... I'm a mess ... " Even Dara wasn't sure if she was talking about the house or talking about the loads of cum that had painted her skin. Realizing her double innuendos, Dara tried covering her tracks, before fully confessing such horrid sins. "Laundry ... Bedrooms ... Bathrooms ... OH GOD! ... Dinner's not made! ... I'm sorry ... So sorry ... " David had finally relented and pulled away, merely keeping a hand on Dara's back, rubbing it in a soothing manner, trying his best to calm her down. "I've failed you ... both of you ... I ... I'm ... I'm just ... just a ..." Luckily she had clamped her hand over her mouth just as her mind screamed 'SLUT!'

Unexplainably, Dara's body quaked through a mini tremor as she slumped forward, almost falling into the sink. "OH GOD!" Dara's cries returned anew.

Luckily for Dara, David fell prey to Dara's outburst, doing everything in his effort to console her in her moment of crisis. His hand continued to rub along her back as his supportive comments began to take effect. It wasn't until David made an offer to just order pizza delivered that Dara began to settle down. She still refused to look at him, embarrassed, ashamed, and alarmed at her near full confession. Most alarming was the tiny orgasm that rippled through her unexpectedly. Nonetheless, she refused to look at her supportive husband, who had silently dismissed Tony from the kitchen.

With a soapy hand still covering her mouth, Dara realized she had an escape route! She grabbed a soapy dish towel and wrung it out, wiping it across her face and chest as she tried to look as if she was merely trying to recompose. Thankful and relieved that David offered her the space and opportunity, Dara cleaned any visible evidence of her recent debauchery with the dish rag and threw it back into the sink. Finally, calmed and recomposed, she turned and hugged her husband tightly, still avoiding a direct kiss, the saltiness of Colin's offering still lingering upon her tongue. "You're the best," she whispered, hugging him tightly. As she released her grip, she pushed David to the side so she could gather the cups and plates off the table. "Go order the pizza, and relax in the living room! I'll straighten up. I'll be okay." David reluctantly obeyed and left Dara alone in the kitchen, much to his objections.

'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!'

She tried her hardest to block any thoughts of sex and Colin from her mind as she washed and rinsed the dinnerware. She HAD to focus on her chores as she finished up in the kitchen and made it as presentable and clean as it always was.

She entered the living area where David was watching television, and Tony was engrossed in his phone, texting someone. "I'm gonna go straighten upstairs, let me know when the pizza gets here." She continued to march on by as David tried in vain to stop her. He tried to dismiss her chores, and have her relax with him, but she would have none of it. Besides, she HAD to keep busy, otherwise ... she didn't even want to think of otherwise!

The clothes were gathered and thrown in the hamper, each bathroom was scrubbed clean and put back into immaculate condition. Now with the basket of laundry in tow, Dara made her way back down to the laundry, only to be halted by David, holding two pizza in his hands. He ordered Dara to stop and join them. She finally complied, putting the laundry aside for later in the evening. She joined her family in a much better mood and acted as if the events from earlier never even happened. When David tried to address it, she shrugged and said she'd rather not talk about it any more. David relented, and so they ate!