She’d lucked out big time and now it appeared that her luck was about to change even more and for the better. She got caught up in what she was doing. Mr. Niall after all had a very nice cock. It was much bigger than the other two she’d sampled since moving here and the man himself was a step up from the two men who were the town’s only mailmen; except for the volunteers who worked there a few hours a week.
As he fucked up into her mouth in his sleep, she grew bold enough to move onto his bed between his spread thighs. He moved his hand away and she was able to get more of his cock down her throat as she shoved her hand between her thighs and stroked her clit.
Her panties were wet and she could smell her scent as she swallowed the precum that flowed from the tip of his cock. Her fingers made their way into her starved pussy and she had visions of climbing onto his cock to scratch the itch that was burning out of control between her thighs.
She had to warn herself not to make any stupid moves. What if he woke up...Right on the heels of that thought she felt his hand fist in her hair and was sure she was caught. She choked on his cock as he pushed her head down until her nose touched his pelvis.
“Sonya!” He called out to his wife again as his hand held her head harder, pushing it down faster and faster onto his cock. He came in her mouth just as her fingers brought her off, and then he said something that made her freeze in horror.
“You’re not her!” She felt her heart drop to her toes, as she held still in fear. She scrambled for an excuse ready to plead her case. Some way that she could use this to her advantage and turn it around on him somehow.
Always quick on her feet she came up with a ready excuse, something that he’d readily believe. She’d heard his wild murmurings while he slept and had come to check up on him to make sure that he was okay and also to keep him from waking the children who were fast asleep in their beds.
It was he who had grabbed her mistakenly, he who had taken advantage of her kindness. She was sure she could get away with it drunk as he was. And wouldn’t he pay her any amount of money to keep that a secret? To keep her from pressing charges as was her right?
She had all the angles figured out but as she raised her head up beneath his hand she saw that he was still dead to the world, he’d been talking in his sleep. She licked his jizz from the corner of her lips and climbed down off the bed.
She hadn’t achieved her goal tonight but she’d come closer than she ever had in the past. She looked back at him when she reached the door with the promise to do it again, only next time she’d be sure to go a little bit further. She’d be ovulating in a few days, that would be the perfect time.
She went to bed feeling a lot lighter than she had in the last couple of days when everything had seemed so up in the air and chaotic. Now that she knew how strongly he slept when he was drunk, she was sure she could use that to her advantage. All was not lost.