Mrs Perfect Mom [MF][ADULTERY] (Part 3 as requested)

Completely overwhelmed by the support and encouragement for more – so, for those interested,here you go!

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nyc85y/mrs_perfect_mom_mfadultery/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nz64po/mrs_perfect_mom_mfadultery_part_2_as_requested/

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I got home on Tuesday night, a little paranoid about how I looked – would I get caught? Did I smell like perfume or have makeup on my shirt? How would I explain my still wet hair? I would need to shower and change, what if there were scratches on my back or legs? I didn’t feel any but I in all fairness I didn’t feel much of anything but euphoria until my headlights hit the garage door. That snapped me back into the real world quickly and at point all I felt was panic. Be cool, I told myself about 3,000 times in under 4 seconds. Fortunately, everybody was asleep. I threw my clothes into the wash and jumped back into the shower for a quick rinse and collapsed on the bed in the guest room, which is where I’d been sleeping for the past several years.

The next day, Wednesday, was brutal. I had no way to contact her to make sure she was okay – I vacillated between that euphoric high you get after living out multiple fantasies, and absolute sheer panic. What if SHE got caught? Was she guilt laden? Angry and resentful? It was a long and weird day for me. But I made it through. I had to take a sleeping pill that night, which I hate doing but I knew the night would be unbearable. Thankfully, I slept. Thursday morning flew by thanks to some rather chaotic nonsense at work, and before I knew it, I was back at the park, on my bench, sipping another grapey grape juice box. Waiting, anxious and nervous for Tracy’s arrival – if she even showed up.

I heard some steps approaching from behind me, then “You really like those things, huh?” Oh thank God she was here so I could find out what happened with HER. As I had on Tuesday, I grabbed a box for her, ripped the straw off and poked it through that stupidly difficult hole. She slid around the side of the bench and sat next to me, sipping and watching her kids take off on the playground.

“How’s her knee?” I asked

“Oh she’s good, just a scrape..thanks again for cleaning it up”

There was a bit of a pause, then I just asked “so are you okay? I know that was a crazy night…any issues at home after?”

“Nope, not a thing. He actually got home while we were out and the sitter said he just dropped his bags in the closet and went straight to bed. This morning he told me about his trip, didn’t ask a thing about what the kids and I were doing over the past week, then told me he was leaving again for the Midwest regional meeting last night.”

“Well” I started “I guess that’s good and bad. I’m sorry he didn’t ask about the kids, I’m sure that was ”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it” she said, sipping at her juice box.

We talked a bit more about how things had been at home since, and how neither of us felt any guilt or resentment over our little “playdate” as she called it. She suggested that we exchange numbers, since our kids were clearly getting along so well now, and we had a bit more in common than either of us had considered over the prior weeks’ cordial but meaningless conversations. It was a pretty warm afternoon, and the kids had depleted the juice boxes and cut up watermelon I had brought – I wasn’t planning for 4 mouths, but my twins and her kids ripped through everything I brought pretty fast. Tracy offered to bring them all up to her house to cool off and get some bottles of water, and of course, I obliged.

We made our way up to the house and, of course, everything was still in perfect order. She asked my kids if they liked the Cars movie, and if we had time to let them cool down and watch it. Of course, I told her, we have a little time. I texted my wife and let her know we were fine and the kids made some new friends, then Tracy excused herself to make some popcorn and get the drinks. I watched her glide through her kitchen in awe of her … well… everything. How could her husband NOT be ravaging her twice a day? How could he NOT wake her up with a good licking and fuck her to sleep every night? How could he not send her flowers and write her love notes for no reason? I just don’t get it. But then again, I only had a small glimpse into their world and it wasn’t my place to have such thoughts. But still. Fuck, look at her.

She put the bowl of popcorn and bottles of water on a tray and brought them to the living room where the kids were settling in to watch the movie. She excused herself and asked if I would mind keeping an eye on them for a few so she could use the rest room.

Just a couple of minutes later, my phone dinged in my pocket. Tracy texted me from upstairs “tell the kids I need you to look at the leak in the bathroom sink. GET UP HERE NOW”

WOAH holy shit. Okay, I told the kids and one of hers replied “Daddy said he would fix the sink but it’s still drips”

I flew up the steps, I think actually touching two of them and found the bathroom. She was there leaning against the counter. I grabbed her and kissed her again, just as we did in the hotel. There was no time to mess around though – I spun her around and bent her over the sink, and ripped her shorts down around her ankles. With one hand on her back, I reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy, which was wet immediately. There was no moaning this time when I slipped my finger in and there was no ‘ramping up’ I went hard and fast immediately – there was no time to tease, no time to play nice…she wanted to cum and she was GOING TO CUM. I fingered her pussy from behind, staring down at her ass the whole time. I knelt behind her so I could get deeper inside, and she spread her legs apart to give me room to do so. She stood up and turned around, leaned down to whisper to me “I can’t stop thinking about your mouth….please… lick my pussy again” then threw her leg over my shoulder and grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me towards her. I remember thinking “HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT” and not much else.

I took her clit into my mouth and flicked at it with my tongue, fast and hard, using as much suction as I could to increase the sensation for her. I fingered her pussy again, while I sucked. She held onto my hair tight with both hands, her leg locked on my shoulder, pressing her calf against my back, pulling me tight to her. She didn’t make a sound, and all I could hear was her breathing short, shallow, breaths, each inhale sharper than the last until they stopped, and her body tensed up. The leg that supported her weight went weak and bent a little but I propped her back up so she could finish. Her body relaxed, but I didn’t stop. I fingered her slowly and licked around her clit, but not on it. I heard her say, softly “oh my god” then I took her clit back into my mouth and kept going, licking and sucking, fingering a little harder and faster again. She came a second time pretty fast, then threw her leg off my shoulder and stood up. I backed up and sat on the edge of the white porcelain tub.

“Fuck I needed that” she said. “Just give me a second to check the kids. Then it’s YOUR turn”

Tracy pulled her shorts back up and disappeared through the doorway. I could hear her bare feet transition from the carpeted stairs to the hardwood floor. She said something to the kids, then for some reason went into the garage for a second. “Back down in a bit” she told them as she passed back through the living room. I stood with my back to the counter, close to the door so I could try and get a glimpse of her as she came back up the stairs.

When she reappeared in the door way she said, kind of loudly “is this the kind of screwdriver you need?” then tossed a gum handled crescent wrench on the counter, closed and locked the door and dropped to her knees in front of me. She pulled my zipper down and grabbed my cock without a word, licking the tip, then just opening her mouth and taking me in. I was already hard, but the way she just made me feel like she couldn’t wait a second to consume me got me absolutely throbbing. I looked down at her just as she looked up and our eyes hung onto each other for a second or two, then she closed them and sucked my cock, deep. She shuffled her knees a bit, turning me to the side, looking back up and me and pointing to the mirror. She wanted to change positions so I could WATCH her from both angles. Holy. Shit.

Back in the hotel, one of the things that got me wild was that I could hear her when my cock was in her mouth. The slurping and sucking sounds, the moans from both of us, the gags that made her eyes water a little when I hit the back of her throat. This time it was silent, it HAD to be – but the ability to watch from different angles was something I had never experienced before. Fuck it was hot. And she was really, really good at it.

She sucked my cock, alternating pressure and speed…sometimes slowly so I could see her lips stretching around me as she got further down the shaft, sometimes fast and anxious. Hungry. Energetic. There was eye contact, there was the mirror, there was spit dripping from the sides of her mouth – sometimes there was a hand, sometimes two, sometimes none.

I grabbed the sides of her head, pulled on her hair a little, and when I tensed up about to cum, she threw her head back, put her tongue out and finished me with her hand, pumping a huge load of my cum onto her face and neck, down into her cleavage. She took my cock back into her mouth and sucked a few more seconds, making sure she got all of it out, cleaning me off, and giving me yet another image to burn into my memory. Not a sound from either of us, which was really hard, but kind of sexy too. Another layer of the forbidden fruit, so to speak. She wiped her face and chest with a damp washcloth then grabbed the door handle and threw the door open. “Hey get that screwdriver thing” she told me. I wasn’t going to bother telling her.

We went back downstairs and sat on opposite sides of the room with the kids for a few minutes.

They were content – happy – watching Lightening McQueen learn important life lessons without realizing they were learning.

Tracy and eye exchanged glances more than a few times, sometimes almost uncomfortably long, but I ate it up. It was just surreal. The whole thing. I loved it.

I don’t remember how long we sat there, but about halfway through the movie, she went to get more bottles of water for the kids. And when she was out of the room, my phone buzzed again…

“Garage please”

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