Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Leah gave Jonathan a morning blowie (Luck: -20 Suspicion: -10)

After Leah slipped out of the bed with Jonathan still snoozing she enjoyed the master bathroom's shower, ripped off her PJs, and let herself fantasize about a romantic time later that afternoon while she scrubbed her skin raw. She couldn’t wipe the guilt off with soap though.

She wrapped herself in a towel and tiptoed back to the bedroom, where Jonathan was now sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone finally thinking about becoming dressed and being an adult on this lazy Saturday morning. His pupils dilated at the sight of her—a Pavlovian response, endearing and tragic all at once.

“Babe,” he said, “you’re dripping on the floor.” He winked.

His eyes said “I want you.”

She grinned and let the towel fall, posing like a burlesque act for his benefit. His boxers bulged with potential; she stalked forward, straddled him, and kissed the morning stubble on his cheeks.

If she was going to cheat on him later, the least she could do was blow his mind (and his load) first.

“You want something before I leave?” she whispered, already wrapping her hand around his cock, which responded with as much enthusiasm as the rest of him.

“Mhmmmm where are you going?” He nodded, slack-jawed, as she slid to her knees.

“I've got to run some errands later and going to try on some clothes, wedding stuff.” She lied with ease. She knew he wouldn’t want to sit through the long hours of trying on clothes.

“Oh I see well that AGhhhhaghgh-!” He was saying something but Leah took him into her mouth with a practiced, almost predatory grace. His words were lost as Leah stroked his cock and sucked his manhood. Leah's tongue swirled around the head of Jonathan's cock, savoring his taste and the way his hips bucked gently in response. His moans spurred her on, the knowledge that she could still elicit such pleasure from him a balm to her troubled soul. She sucked him deeper, taking him as far as she could into her warmth, her eyes locked on his as she did so.

His moans grew louder and she hollowed her cheeks, working him with the devotion of a penitent nun, until he shuddered and spilled a salty confession onto her tongue.

She swallowed, wiped her lips, and looked up at him with a smile that was equal parts angel and demon.

“Mhmmmmm Good breakfast.” she cooed.

He blushed, then laughed, and patted her head like a well-behaved pet awkwardly.

She stood after making sure she hadn't missed a drop and made for her clothes. As she dressed, her mind was already racing—calculating the time it would take to get to her illicit link up that afternoon as well as the lies she’d have to text Jonathan if she ran late. She was both thrilled and disgusted by herself, a split that made her feel more alive than anything else. It was all so wrong.

When she left, Jonathan was still glowing from his orgasm, oblivious to the double life she led. She blew him a kiss from the door and he called after her, “Love you, babe!”