Ethan came home at 6:12.
I heard the front door, the jingle of his keys, the low call of my name. I was in the kitchen in a clean tank top and fresh shorts, the plug seated deep, Jace’s c*m still warm around it. My cunt clenched the second his voice reached me. I smiled when he walked in, let him kiss me, and acted like my thighs weren’t slick under the cotton.
“Long day,” he said, hands on my waist. “You okay? You look flushed.”
“Just tired.” I leaned into him. The plug shifted. More wetness leaked around it. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
He ate. Talked about the meeting. I nodded in the right places and felt every small movement remind me what was stuffed inside me. After the plates were cleared he pulled me onto his lap on the couch, kissed my neck, and slid a hand under the shorts. He g
