IHNC 8 – Lisa’s Surprise

IHNC 8 – Lisa’s Surprise

Becky sure looked cute. Collapsed against me, passed out in my arms, still dressed, but exhausted from the animalistic fucking we’d just had. What was becoming of me? Was I now just an animal? Sure it felt great, and now she was carrying my third child. But didn’t I owe it to my wife and my first two children to be honest and tell her. There was no way I could keep this secret forever. And now one of Becky’s friends, and my student, Lisa knew. Even if she’d only guessed before, the banshee howls Becky had given would have left no doubt in anyone’s mind.

I tucked my sticky and shriveled cock back in my pants and lifted Becky to her bed. She was out cold now. Sure she was only a month along, but I made a mental note to take it easier on her now that she was carrying a precious child. My child was now growing in her young womb. That made me twitch. Here I was the guy who never wanted kids; whose wife had to almost beg for children because I was worried over how they would affect our finances. Now I had twins at home and another on the way with my mistress. I looked down at Becky asleep on her bed and put a blanket over her. My mistress. It sounded so funny and Victorian; like I was royalty or something.

I let myself out of her bedroom, spent a moment cleaning up in the upstairs bathroom, before following the sound of blasting music from the TV downstairs. As I came down the hall I saw the back of Lisa’s head on the couch and almost walked right into the room, but something stopped me. I don’t know if it was a sound or smell, but when I stopped and actually paid attention I noticed it. Lisa sat on the couch with her back to me, but was rocking back and forth, making slight moaning noises while watching some music videos turned up far too loud. On the back of the couch was something small and white. Where those her panties? I wasn’t sure, but I think she was masturbating!

I couldn’t get a good view from here, and knew she’d see me if I walked in. Then it came to me. If I went out the front door and in the garage, I could come in from the kitchen witch looked out on the living room. I’d still be behind her, but able to see the front of the couch instead of the back. I didn’t even stop to think about it, just quietly backed away and gently opened the door.