Head home.

You're in a near-constant state of arousal for the remainder of the night and well into the next morning. Your cock stays painfully erect the entire time, and your ass burns with a strange, hollow ache. The memory of how she filled you lingers, a phantom pressure that makes you clench involuntarily. When you wake, your body feels heavy, boneless, as if every muscle has been melted by the heat of your release the night before. Your stomach feels sticky - you swore you cleaned yourself up... maybe you didn't... or maybe you just came again in your sleep. You look in the mirror, seeing in your reflection a pair of dark eyes, dry, parted lips, and a flush to your cheeks that doesn't dissipate.

You look used.

On the flight home, she has her way with you in the airplane toilet, fucking you ragged until your ass is gaping and you're a hot and steaming mess. By the time you get home, your body aches, and the walk to your front door is slow and torturous. Each step sends a ripple through your body, the soreness a constant, delicious reminder of what she did to you. You avoid your wife and head straight to the shower, where you can't help but reach down and stroke your aching cock, reliving the events of the past few days.