A Cock in the Hand Ch. 02 I arrived home after running all the way back. Standing outside the back sliding door, I caught my breath and looked for any signs of life in the house. So far so good, I thought, as a mixture of drying cum and saliva on my chin and neck reminded me, this was not a bad dream. Despite the sweat from summertime humidity in Dallas, my shriveled, cum-soaked cock was beginning to feel crusty. I crept inside and heard no signs of stirring. My choice was to either sneak into the bedroom and take a shower, which would surely wake my wife, Amy; or take a shower in the guest bath, that would get her radar up if she caught me. I decided I could explain it as feeling bad after our fight and not wanting to disturb her, so I headed to the guest bath. Unfortunately, there was no shampoo or conditioner in that bath, so body wash would have to do. As I removed my crusted, cum-filled underwear and shorts, I realized there was no explanation for that. So I...