A Model Wife and Mother by Day. A Slut by Night. My Double Life.

I pumped my hips, and his cock snugly slid in and out of me. His hips rose to meet mine. We were willing and ready.

Sitting at the breakfast table with my husband and kids, I was horny and wet from thinking about the night before. Soon we’d all be sitting in a church pew, but my dad’s sermon wouldn’t be on my mind, and neither would our weekly Sunday supper with my parents in the home where I grew up.

During supper, dad talked about his Sunday sermon, offering more spiritual insights for us to glean from his earlier teachings from the pulpit. We discussed politics, world affairs, and immorality in the church, all indicators that Jesus was coming soon.

After supper, my six-year-old daughter and I helped mom clean up the kitchen. I wasn’t really paying attention. My mom told another story about my crazy aunt Millie, something about one of her previous husbands who died in Vietnam. I’ve heard the story a dozen times.

On the drive home, my husband talked about work, and I wasn’t paying attention but I’d nod my head occasionally. In the back seat, the kids played video games with headphones on. I was staring out the window, thinking about what I did last night involving a friend with big…