Some context – I’m 40 and married with 3 young kids. My husband and I have a decent marriage, but something has gotten into me lately and, well, I haven’t been behaving much at all. With 3 kids and a husband that works from home it’s hard to find time to sneak off for fun.
I woke up unusually early this morning and couldn’t fall back asleep so I went into the bathroom and was looking at my phone. A guy I had been talking to had messaged me and I replied. He instantly replied back and, long story short, I find out he’s really close by and I decided to try to sneak out and go see him.
I sneak out in my pajamas still and go to his place and fool around. He surprised me at the end when he ended up not pulling out, but honestly, in the heat of the moment I wanted it to. So he’s still behind me and I’m face down in a pillow catching my breath thinking it’s time to rush home and get the kids ready for school when suddenly I feel him throbbing a bit again. I hear him chuckle and say “I guess I’m not done yet” as he starts going in and out again. I guess we’re going for round two.
Ok so after we’re done I put on my pajamas and run home. I was now late and had to make up an excuse that I tried to go get Starbucks but the line was too long so I’ll get it after school drop off. I’m feeling self-conscious in the drop off line because I have no bra on and I’m in my pajamas still, but I just hoped no one would really see me.
As fate would have it, another PTO member saw me and waved. She asked if I could talk about the meeting tonight real quick. I fake excitement and get out of the car. Keeping my arms crossed over my chest to hide that I’m braless. As she starts talking, I suddenly realize how wet I still am. It feels really messy down there. Then it dawns on me what it is. My eyes popped and my body ran cold. The two gifts my friend gave me this morning were finding their way out of me.
I turn around to look in the open door of the car and I see a small white, thick puddle on the black leather seat. Oh no! How long has this been happening?! As my overeager PTO partner keeps talking about budget I try to signal to wrap up the conversation because I can feel it starting to run down my inner thigh and out of my shorts.
After what felt like an eternity, the conversation ends and I hop back into the car and speed home. My husband is working downstairs in the basement so I run upstairs to change my shorts and throw the old ones in the laundry right away and i run out to clean up the seat in the car. My heart was racing like crazy. I’m just praying there wasn’t any evidence of it before I left for school, but so far my husband doesn’t seem to have a clue.
I’ve never had this happen before. Usually I just wipe and it’s mostly gone, but I assume the enthusiastic second round pushed it deeper inside than usual. I’m not sure if I can handle another early morning sneak out like that again.
