I looked in the mirror as Kurt started to get dressed. His warm cum coated my face and breasts as I looked at myself in the mirror. I should be feeling ashamed, I should be feeling remorse, I should be terrified that my marriage was coming to an end. As I used a hand towel to wipe away Kurt’s cum, and quickly splashed my face with water, I started to smile. In my head, I knew smiling about this was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Ronny had taken both of us by surprise and caught us red-handed, or in my case, cock-handed. As I wrapped a towel around myself and took Kurt’s hand into mine, I was overwhelmed with a new emotion.
I felt relieved. No more lies, no more sneaking around, no more being stuck in a loveless marriage. I had no doubt Ronny would maneuver for everything in the divorce. That was fine. Between Kurt and the baby, I had everything I’d ever wanted. My skin flushed with goosebumps as the exhilaration and excitement of this moment had finally arrived.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” I said as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Kurt on the cheek.