As I arrived home, I could feel his spunk had dribbled from my full pussy and gathered on my stocking tops. The house was in darkness, so I entered the house quietly, hoping my husband was asleep and I could clean myself up. I managed to sneak upstairs and into the toilet and clean myself up slightly, but my pussy was soaking wet with a mixture of both my own juices and his cum. Slipping on my short nightdress, I managed...