Chapter 3: Party Favour
Hannah and Max made hurried excuses as they left the party. He immediately had his phone out, ordering a taxi as they rushed out the house.
He was desperate to get her alone, to get more details of what had happened. He had a million questions, but he knew they could wait. Right now, he just wanted to see her, to touch her, to taste her. He wanted to see if she was still dripping with cum.
The taxi ride was a blur of anticipation and nervousness. Hannah sat close to Max, her hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing circles on his denim-clad leg. She could feel his cock getting hard under her touch, and she smiled to herself, knowing that she had that effect on him.
She teasing sat with her legs spread wide, her sheer skirt around her waist, her damp, cum soaked thong on full display. Max couldn’t take his eyes off her, his cock throbbing in his pants as he watched his wife, his Snow White, dripping with another man's cum. He reached over, his hand going to her thigh, his fingers tracing the sticky mess between her legs.
"Fuck, Hannah," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're a mess. You're fucking dripping."
Hannah smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know," she said, her voice a low purr. "I can't help it. He fucked me so good, baby. He filled me up with his hot cum." She whispered
Max growled, his hand moving to her pussy, his fingers rubbing at the sticky mess through her thong. She felt so slutty, so hot