Sitting by the kitchen table, he couldn't seem to believe that it had really happened. He didn't know how he could possibly face his adorable wife, knowing he had molested their young neighbor. He realized that Jan knew nothing about it, yet his conscience was driving him crazy.
It was almost seven o'clock when Jan finally got home.
"Hi, darling," she smiled, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I'm sorry I'm so late."
"That's all right," Ted answered, his mind filled with shame.
"How did your day go?" she asked, more out of politeness than interest.
"I've been home since noon," he replied in a flat voice. "There wasn't much going on at the office."
"What a shame," Jan sighed. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have gone with Lois."
Staring at his wife, Ted noticed how frail she was beginning to look. Her skin seemed unusually pale this evening, and he could detect a darkness under her eyes.
"Me you feeling all right?" he asked.
"Sure," she giggled. "Why?"
"You look tired."
"I am, a little," Jan smiled, thinking of all the cocks that had been banging into her this afternoon.
Later, when they went to bed, Jan was happy that Ted hadn't made any sexual overtures to her. Her little pussy was too torn and sore to have another cock rubbing against her tender inner flesh. Her ravished little body was interested in nothing but sleep.
Lying beside his wife, Ted felt too guilty about his afternoon to make any advances. Although he had a frantic hard-on, he felt unfit to lay a hand on the lovely girl he'd married. His screaming hard-on had been induced by the exciting memories of little Becky's lascivious tongue and fingers. Visions of the child's mischievous lips sliding over his honker kept Ted awake for hours.
It was a couple of weeks before he saw the child again. Returning from work one afternoon, he was surprised to find Becky sitting in the living room with his wife.
"Hi, honey," Jan smiled up at her husband. "You know Becky Adams, don't you?"
"Certainly," he grinned nervously. "Hello, Becky."
"Hi, Mr. Wilson."
Ted almost shit his pants as he looked into the child's sensually teasing eyes.
"I'm helping Becky with her preserved flower arrangement," Jan explained. "It's a school project."
Ted was stunned. He didn't realize that the two knew each other that well.
"Now," Jan continued to Becky as she applied a gluey substance to the stems. "This is the crucial part. You must hold these stems in this exact position until the glue is thoroughly dry. That takes about twenty minutes."
The phone rang and Ted went into the kitchen to answer it.
"It's for you," he said, returning from the kitchen. "It's Lois."
"Hi, Lois," Jan said into the phone.
"Hi, whore," giggled Lois. "Whitey just called and they've lined up two Johns for us this evening."
"G-gosh, Lois," stammered Jan, "I can't get away."
"It won't take long," her friend argued. "They're from out of town and have to catch an early plane."
"Where are they?" Jan asked.
"We're supposed to meet them in room eight-oh-four at the Southerland Hotel," Lois whispered.
"Gee, I don't know," Jan hesitated.
"We're supposed to be there in fifteen minutes," Lois explained her friend. "Tony's already collected a hundred bucks from each of them, and you and I get fifty of it."
"Okay," Jan hesitated, still unsure of what she should do. "I'll meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes."
Becky and Ted were sitting quietly in the living room when she returned.
"I must run over to Lois'," she explained to her husband. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"What's it all about?" Ted asked.
"I really don't know," Jan stammered. "She's upset about something."
When he didn't answer, Jan ran into her room to change.
"Becky," she said when she returned in a summer pantsuit, "you'll have to keep those stems pressed together for at least another fifteen minutes."
"Okay, Mrs. Wilson," she smiled, strangely excited about being left alone with Ted.
Kissing her husband lightly on the cheek, Jan flew out of the house.
"Looks like we're gonna spend a quiet evening at home," Becky giggled, a naughty little twinkle in her eyes.
"No, we're not," Ted laughed. "As soon as those stems are dry, I'm chasing your cute little am out of here."
"That'll be fun," she taunted. "My cute little ass is bare under this dress."
"I'm sure it is," the man grinned. "I don't think you own a pair of panties."
"And my pussy is all slippery and wet, too," she giggled, suggestively running her tongue around her parted lips.
"Yes, Becky," he smiled, picking up a newspaper. "I'm sure your pussy is wet. Now will you let me read?"
The girl sat quietly holding the flower stems together. Watching the man across the room, Becky could think of nothing except his big man-sized cock. She hadn't thought of much else since the day she'd spent most of the afternoon caressing and sucking the wonderful thing. She could tell by the way he was leafing through the paper that he wasn't really concentrating on it, and that pleased the girl very much.
"We could play house," she suddenly spoke up.