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He was standing in the door to the living room, not fifteen feet away. Coughing and gasping for breath I just stared at him. He didn’t move, never said a word, just stood there with the strangest expression on his face. John was just as shocked as I. As fast as we could, we got dressed. I could have died when, without thinking, I handed John his briefs that had been covering my panties. All the time I was asking myself – How could I have been so stupid? – Is my husband about to kill us after teen creampie? – Will he divorce me? – OH MY GOD, HOW WILL THE CHILDREN FEEL???? But he never moved, never said a word. Not even when John slid past him. He just looked at me. I had totally forgotten about the teen creampie and the wet spot where Ron liked to sit on the couch. The only thing Ron said was that I needed to wash my face.
Well, I took two weeks off of work after that. Ron and I had a lot to work out. It took him a week but he told me that the reason that he didn’t kill us or any of the other terrible things I was so afraid of was that I had fulfilled his two greatest fantasy’s. One, that I had an affair after the teen creampie and Two, that he had caught me at teen creampie. He said that a nosey old hag down the street has seen a strange man come to the house and called him at work. He had arrived in time to see me walking out of the kitchen holding John’s hand and quietly let himself into the house where he watched the rest. It was a relatively short step from there into swinging. But, that is another teen creampie story.