PART 4
There's something to be said about having your cake and eating it too. But in my case, on the day of washing and it's inevitable procrastination, the cakes were cookies, and I was feeling particularly greedy. I had just spent a good 40 minutes giving mike the electrician the best cock sucking of his life, and we had unfortunately run out of time for him to return the favour. As only seconds after mike had finally blown his delicious load into my mouth, we heard the front door open, heralding the arrival of my husband home early from work. Too spent from our lustful exertions, Mike appeared to be frozen on his knees, glancing dreamily around the room for his clothes, whilst I immediately jumped to my feet and pulled my dress back on hastily - fumbling stupidly to do up buttons that no longer existed. Oh shit!
"Ruby?" my husbands voice again, now from the kitchen. I collected myself as best as i could, then slipped into the ensuite bathroom, whispering fervently over my shoulder to mike to "Get dressed - QUICK!", which seemed to finally convey to him the urgency to act.
I stripped off in the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower, jumping under the not yet warmed water, shocking a bit of sense into me. A knock on the door... "Rubes?!"
"Yeh, I'm in the shower!" I called cheerfully to my husband Paul, my voice shaking nervously.
"Ok..." then silence.
I washed myself thoroughly and cleaned my teeth and even washed my hair. I was procrastinating again. What on earth was going on out there?! I guess I didn't really want to know! I was kind of hoping that Mike would manage to dress and slip out unnoticed, and I could continue my day by making some cookies for Paul and maybe dealing with a few more load. Was I inSANE?! Firstly, Paul would have SEEN Mike's car out front and secondly, Mike could not leave the house without walking THROUGH it - and most certainly running into Paul. And thirdly, what would Paul make of me having a shower, whilst the electrician is working in the bedroom next door? And fourthly.... oh DAMN. There was just no avoiding this.
I wrapped a towel around me and cautiously poked my head out of the ensuite and into the bedroom - empty! I crept into the room - still musky and humid from the events of only 15 minutes ago - and pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt wondering what on earth to do next. Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of two male voices, not shouting (as I somehow expected) but casual and even sharing a laugh! What the hell??!!... I followed the sound to the open kitchen / lounge areas and stood behind the kitchen island like a statue, transfixed by the site of Paul and Mike, sitting together like long lost buddies, drinking beer and having a jolly good chin wag. I felt my shoulders sag and relax. Thank God! I assumed that somehow, Paul hadn't clued on to what had transpired. Mike had managed to sweet talk his way out of a sticky situation with his natural wit and charm. So, trying to be as casual as possible, I walked over to the couch to greet Paul properly.
Catching Mike's eye, I winked surreptitiously, and was surprised to see him blush and glance away. Paul turned at the sound of my footsteps and gave me a strange smile that I couldn't fathom the meaning of.