Honey, You're Running Late
by Tony Tiger
Copyright© 2020 by Tony Tiger
“You’re running late tonight, honey.”
“Yeah, had to do something after work so I got dinner.” [sets bag of food on counter] “Get me something to drink.”
“Do you want wine or whiskey?”
“Some whiskey would be good with barbeque.” [takes off her coat and clothes are a bit mussed]
“So what did you do? Get laid?” [jokingly as he pours himself one too]
“Exactly.” [casually spoken as she pulls food out of containers and puts on plates]
[He laughs nervously] “No, seriously?”
“You guessed it. That’s what I did.” [keeps on serving dinner]
[He goes along with it] “Anybody I know?”
“I doubt it. I wouldn’t fuck with your friends anyway.”
[He’s taking this seriously now] “How long has this been going on?”
[She says over her shoulder] “Hey, what’s the big deal? It is just recreational, nothing serious. You’ll get yours tonight.”
[He stands up suddenly, almost spilling his drink, and moves in front of her to start taking her clothes off] “Fuck dinner! I mean I want to know what the hell is going on!”
[When her tits are uncovered he exclaims] “Shit! Look at those hickeys!”
[He drops her panties, revealing swollen and pink labia, drooling semen. He starts pulling his clothes off] “Get on the bed you slut!”
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