I came home to find Keith hobbling his way carefully between the kitchen and the dining room, setting dishes on the table for dinner on his crutches. He still had the apron around his waist from having cooked. He smiled and, placing the plates on the table, limped over to wrap his arms around me, letting the crutches fall to the floor with a clatter.
“I’ve been an ass the last few days,” he murmured into my hair. “Hell, I’ve been an ass the last few months.” I held back tears as he kissed the top of my head gently. “Ever since I was sick I’ve just felt adrift, and not being able to work properly, and seeing you working so hard…”
Keith’s voice trailed off and I knew he was struggling to find the right words. Guilt punched me in the gut like the fist of an angry god. Earlier this same day I’d been lying on my boss’s desk. He had held my legs up in the air like I was a fucking wheelbarrow and rubbed his cock against my clit until his cum had splattered my body. I had swallowed some. I had cum.