The morning after Melanie jerked me off, she took Kathy to church. Before they left they cooked breakfast downstairs together. I woke up after they did and could smell bacon, potatoes, the works. Kathy called me to come downstairs to eat. I got up and put on my shorts (the same ones I pulled down so Melanie could wrap her hand around my cock) and waited at the door, just staring at it, afraid to go. Kathy called my name again, and I took a deep breath and opened it and went downstairs.
“Morning,” I said. Kathy and Melanie were already dressed and eating on the kitchen island. Melanie looked up at me.
“Eat, Anthony,” Melanie said. “There’s plenty of food.” I served myself and although I was kind of nervous, I had an appetite. I felt no guilt from what’s been going on, but I also felt no arousal. It was like Melanie was able to turn it off, like a switch. If she ever wanted to turn it back on, I’d know.