After school special

I returned to my desk and continued to kill time transcribing notes, watching from the corner of my eyes as Beth returned to the reception. She had the slightest limp. I suppressed a smile and continued on working.

Day rolled on and it was time to head home. I bid the girls goodbye, getting a squeak from Sarah and grunt from Meagan as I walked out to reception. Beth drank in the sight of me, licking her lips in a none too subtle way. Part of me wanted to chastise her for being so brazen, whereas the other part wanted round 2. I dismissed the notion immediately.

My hand was on the front door when I felt my phone buzz to life, a call from Jess.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Babe..."

Uh oh. I could recognise that tone of voice anywhere. She was gearing up to break me bad news. Fuck. This couldn't be about...my fuck ups with faithfulness could it? There was no way she knew, right?

"Mom had a fall."

Well, that was a relief.

"Ohh...shit, babe, is she ok?"

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "She's broken her leg and of course dad's freaking out. I'm going to have to go up there tonight."

Jessica's parents lived roughly two and half hours from here, so that was a bit of a bother. Especially since they weren't at all worth visiting. But still, family's family.

"Babe if you need to see them then go for it," I stood at my car and turned back to look at the office, "me and the kids can manage. I might even be able to work from home and watch Sam."

Another sigh. "No, don't worry about that, I'll just go down tonight and check in on with them until my sister gets there and then I'll drive back,"

"Are you sure? You'll be back late..."

"No it's fine, I'll be a little tired tomorrow but it's no biggie."

I shifted the phone from one ear to the other as I got into my car, "ok, well, if you're sure. I guess I'll see you in the morning."

"yeah, love you babe."

"Love you too."

The kids were at Emma's so I just drove home and then wandered over next door. There was a moment of hesitation and awkwardness as I walked up to the front door. Effectively, Jess had chosen this young couple to be our new friends and the women seemed to really get along but I still felt a little uncomfortable, feeling the need to be on my best behaviour.

I was still chewing on these thoughts when the front door opened and I was greeted with the smiling face of Emma.

"Ben!" She pulled me into a tight hug, "how are you?"

Now, to be honest I was a little thrown by now affectionate she was being considering I'd known her all of one day. But I enjoyed the way her tits pressed against my chest so I smiled a little and returned the hug. "I'm a little worn out from work, but you know how it goes,"

We parted and Emma beamed at me. Her enthusiasm apparently never ceased. "You're here to collect the kids?" She giggled, "I've got them parked in the living room, introducing them to the joys of the Lion King."

"Ah the Lion King," I said, somewhat nostalgically, "they don't make 'em like classic Disney."

"Oh yeah, and they've been dead silent for the last hour," her smile, if anything grew several watts brighter. "Please, come in."

Walking inside I was immediately greeted by dozens of photos of Emma and Thomas' wedding day and I couldn't help but note how they made an attractive young couple. The house itself was quite big too, I could tell that they weren't wanting for cash. I liked to tell myself I wasn't the envious type, but when surrounded by such a charming home I couldn't help but feel a tinge.

"You want a coffee while the kids finish their movie?"

Emma's particular brand of enthusiasm was hard to turn down.

Their kitchen was grand and spacious, with neat little bar stools lined up at the counter that could sit at least four or five people. I took a seat and watched as Emma deftly moved about, getting the coffee ready. She was a little ball of energy, this new friend of my wife's.

"Oh," she said, checking the fridge, "we're almost out of cream. Do you want any, because I'm ok with going without."

I waved it off. "Black, two sugars is fine."

She hummed in agreement and went about brewing us both a cup, adding the last dollop of cream into hers. The rich aroma was already putting me into a good mood and when she handed me a cup I could barely contain my grin. That first sip was divine.

"This might be," I said between sips, "the best coffee I've had since I came to this town."

Emma beamed. "Unlike Thomas, I always make sure to get the good stuff. What you're tasting right now is quality bean."

" I don't doubt it," I laughed a little, smiling as I drank down more of the warm caffeinated goodness. "Speaking of, where is Thomas? It's almost 6."

It was a minute thing, but I swear I could see some of the brilliance dim in Emma's eye, her smile lowering for a fraction of a second. She recovered well, but it was the first time I had seen the young woman as anything less than perky.

"Oh, Thomas is at tennis," she shrugged, looking away, "him and some of his work buddies usually go out for a few hours. He says that it helps him work off some stress."

"Well, I don't know about him," I said, leaning on the counter a little, "but personally, if I lived in this beautiful house, had this great coffee every day and a gorgeous woman like you as my wife stress would be a foreign concept."

It was a stupid thing to do really. Emma was very dear to my wife and I barely knew her. I shouldn't have been flirting, even inadvertently. For a terrible moment I actually thought she's figure me for a creep, but to my surprise she began to blush like mad.

Oh, that's right. Magical sex curse.

Suddenly I found myself drawn into her eyes and for several heartbeats we were locked in an intense stare. I knew that all I had to do was reach out, kiss her and she'd probably be mine...

...but then, of course, the goddamned phone rang and were broken from our moment.

Emma snatched the phone up and hurriedly went to answer it, leaving me alone in the kitchen with a cock that was slowly working itself to hardness. Good grief, this shit was a bother sometimes.

Perhaps I could dash off to the bathroom and relieve myself there, hopefully before Emma's phone call ended. I considered just holding out until it was time to take the kids home, but dismissed the notion when I saw that my dick was already bulging obscenely in my pants. I was still debating the options when I looked over and noticed Emma's unattended cup of coffee and a wicked idea arose.

Now, I'm not even remotely what someone would call mischievous. If anything I try to avoid havoc and promote quiet serenity. But my balls ached to be emptied and I wanted to try something out, for science of course.

Taking care to listen for Emma's voice-she was still chatting away on the phone, I pulled out my dick and began to jerk off. Strangely enough, the excitement and inherent naughtiness of the situation got me going pretty quickly and it wasn't long before I reached over and put her cup to my dick, squirting out a decent load into the warm caffeine. I hurriedly stirred it in with a spoon, tucked my dick away, and returned to my seat, sipping on own untouched cup.

"Sorry," Emma said as she entered the kitchen, "Thomas' mother calling to check in. Can't go long without talking to her baby boy."

"Mother-in-laws," I commiserated.

Emma hummed and took a sip of her drink. She frowned a little at first, and I thought the jig was up, but then she hummed in delight and took a bigger mouthful. Then she took a third, and then she was draining the cup completely.

Her breathing picked up, colour filling her cheeks as she squirmed around in her own seat. The girl looked worked up and she began staring at me with vivid intensity.

So it seemed my cum was both addictive and an aphrodisiac. Good to know.

"Daddy!"

I spun around in surprise, which quickly gave way to joy, as my daughter rushed to throw herself at me. Sammy followed behind her, desperate to keep up with his big sister despite his chubby toddler legs not having the power to match her strides.

"Daddy," Rachel urged, tugging at my shirt, "guess what, guess what!"

I smiled. "What?"

"Mufasa died!"

"Did he?" I feigned surprise, "well that's no good. Why don't you tell me about when we get home, ok?"

I packed the kids stuff up and had them out the door ready to go, only lingering to thank Emma for being so generous. She smiled and told me to think nothing of it. Her demeanour was almost normal, but she had undone a few of the buttons on her shirt, giving me a decent eye full of her cleavage. Likewise, when she hugged me goodbye her touch lingered a tad long.

When I got home, got the kids fed, bathed and off to bed, the wheels of my mind began to turn. Emma had tasted some of my cum and was clearly worked up. Would that sexual frenzy dissipate, or would it only increase until she had more of me? And what would happen if I could somehow get her to consume more, what would that do to her?

It was with these devious thoughts that I went to bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring.