She was running out of excuses. "What was I doing? Oh, nothing much, honey," she imagined herself telling him and being completely honest for once, "nothing at all, you know, just making you into a complete cuckold by banging the neighbor kid down the road. He's still in high school, but his cock is huge, and for being so young, he really knows how to use it. I mean, I'm also fucking a lot of other guys, but I think that hot young body takes the cake, don't you? I'm such a shameless whore, really, and all behind your back."
Her husband was such a wet blanket. If he knew the things she was getting up to, he would probably drop dead on the spot. She laughed, as she sat behind the wheel, imagining steam literally coming out of his ears like an old cartoon. A bout of nausea interrupted her laughing. She had really been binging on riding bareback with everyone who caught her eye, one night stands and more for months now. Doing all of that without the pill, ironically because it made her nauseous to take it, was it any wonder that one of those lucky guys scored a bullseye?
If she was lucky, she might be able to beg one of her sugar daddies to pay for yet another abortion. She had racked up quite the tally of 'little accidents' since she started fooling around like this.
"My day?" she thought, running through another scenario as she turned the corner, only a scant few blocks from their picture perfect suburban home now. "I didn't do much today. I just visited Destin, that's his name you know, the teenager? His parents were out so I let him take me over and over again. No formalities, just raw fucking right there in the den. I screamed so loud every time he came, you should have heard it, dear. Can you smell his cum on my breath? I swallowed a lot, and this mint isn't cutting it, I know. Before that, on today's docket alone, there was the insurance guy, and some strangers I saw hanging around at the bus station, and the guy from the supermarket… Oh, and, do ask around at your office how they like my pussy. I think they have enough samples now for a peer-reviewed opinion."
She giggled again at the thought of telling her husband in lurid detail exactly what she was getting up to