Cheating Heart Chapter Five (Patreon)

“Wonderful,” Eric muttered under his breath when he noticed that Veronica, having drifted off in her messy, stinking pamper, had left a large patch of drool on his jacket. They had just pulled up outside her palatial home, he’d entered the code for the gate and they were rolling slowly up the driveway, trying not to draw any attention. It was probably dangerous to be here so late, and Eric was now worried they’d be spotted and reported by the neighbors.  

He wasn’t even sure what they were doing here now-- it was obvious there was something very wrong with her, and he knew he couldn’t leave her here now. Still, at least he could get her cleaned up, though the idea made his stomach turn. Maybe he could still get her something to change into… although, he thought, gently lifting her from there car, his stomach rolling when he felt her loaded diaper squish against his hand, in her present condition, anything other than another heavy-duty adult diaper probably wouldn’t cut it in the event of another accident.

He hefted her up to the bathroom and plopped her down on the lid of the toilet, wincing when it squished audibly under her butt. She gasped and sigh and wriggled around on her messy fanny. Frowning, Eric smiled half-heartedly when she giggled happily in his direction. Now for the part he was dreading...

     “OK, baby… up you get,” he said, taking Veronica by the hand and helping her to her feet. She wobbled unsteadily, and he had to cling to her for a long moment before she was steady enough for him to help her into the tub. He bent down and tore open the tapes of the diaper. Slowly, carefully, he eased it off her hips and lowered it to the floor, nearly gagging at the sight of the soiled seat (not to mention the smell.)  He helped her step around it, then delicately picked it up, wadded it up carefully, and tossed it into the trash.

Taking the shower head in his hand, he adjusted the temperature of the water, then gestured for Veronica to turn. She did so, presenting her filthy backside to him with a cheerful chortle, placing her hands against the wall for support as she stuck her filthy rump out towards him. Eric was all too happy to turn the water on and clean her off, directing a jet of warm water across her backside and making her squeal and wiggle in response.

Eric hosed her down as best he could, but Veronica’s constant squirming and giggling wasn’t making it easy… He rinsed her cheeks off, revealing delicate pink flesh under the thick, muddy brown skid, then aimed the stream up her butt-crack, making her squeal with childish laughter. “Hold still, princess,” He admonished gently, sighing as he picked up a cloth and squirted a dollop of soap onto it.

He took the cloth to her tushy, scrubbing each cheek until it glowed, pink and shiny in the sudsy water. To his surprise, she gave a throaty groan when he reached between her legs to wash her pussy, and he was shocked when she began grinding enthusiastically against his hand. Finishing quickly, he pressed the cloth up between her buttocks, causing Veronica to shutter and groan. Eric scrubbed her crack, paying close attention to the crinkled bud of her tight little anus. She was swaying her hips gently and murmuring to herself-- it took Eric a moment to realize that she had reached down between her legs to masturbate furiously.

He finished quickly and turned off the water. She gave him a saucy smile as he took her hand to help her out of the tub, her free hand still casually stroking her pussy. He dried her off mechanically, in a daze… he still couldn’t believe what had transpired this evening, and part of him still believed he was in the midst of some bizarre dream.  

Draping the towel around her shoulders, her took her into his arms, cradling her against his chest like a child and carrying her out of the room. “Argoo!” she gurgled happily, nuzzling against him, thrilling at the warmth of his body against hers, closing her eyes and enjoying the gentle rocking sensation of being carried down the hall and into the bedroom.

Laying her on the bed, he watched as she unwrapped herself from the towel and spread herself out on the bedspread, nude, her skin glistening in the light after her bath, and as Eric gazed at her, he thought to himself that no woman he had ever seen in real life or in any magazine or on any screen had ever looked so perfect. She slowly rose to her knees, grinning, proudly displaying herself to him with a babyish laugh, utterly lacking in any adult awareness or intelligence. Popping her thumb into her mouth, her other hand snaked down her belly and went to her crotch to brazenly rub her pussy. Her hips swayed gently, and she murmured pleasantly to herself, watching him with huge, wet eyes.

     “We, uh… we really should find some clothes for you,” Eric said, shaky, more for his own benefit than for hers, but he found himself unable to take his eyes off of her body. He found himself crossing over to her, almost against his will.

     “Hhummm!” she gurgled around her thumb, expressing her delight in the form of an excited monosyllable. Her adult mind had completely receded, all language forgotten, along with her sense of modesty, all of her expensive etiquette training, and almost every other aspect of her adult identity. What remained was an entirely infantile “primal” identity, driven entirely by her needs and her wants.

Eric found himself bending in close, his face approaching hers, and he had the distinct sensation of falling into her big, pretty eyes. He brought his lips closer and closer to her, the air was filled with electricity…

     “I think I can take it from here, Eric.”

The voice was calm, icy cool, but loud, seeming to come from directly behind them, and Eric jumped up with a start, nearly tripping over and falling backward as he spun around to find Michael standing in the doorway, watching them with his hands clasped behind his back. He came in slowly until he stood at the foot of the bed, looming above the delightfully nude Veronica, who grinned up at him from behind her thumb and made a pleased gurgling noise up at him. Her gaze was lusty and focused,  and she’d totally forgotten Eric, who stood uselessly at the side of the bed, heart pounding as he watched Michael reach out and stroke her cheek gently.

Sighing in response, she reached towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her soft, warm, naked body up against him. Michael returned her embrace, his hand trailing her soft, smooth back to rest on her soft, plump bottom, which her squeezed affectionately as he kissed her wet, pink mouth. Veronica pressed herself against him enthusiastically, rubbing her self against him and sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Eric looked, stunned, suddenly feeling very much like a third wheel… and, he realized suddenly as he watched this girl that, he had to be honest, he couldn’t wait to get rid of just a few minutes ago drape her sexy, naked body across another man and smother him with kisses, suddenly very jealous.

     “I think I can handle things from here, Eric,” Michael said in a precise tone that gave Eric the creeps. He didn’t even look in his direction he was so intent on gazing into Veronica’s eyes.

     “Uh… right,” Eric said, moving towards the door, seizing his opportunity to extricate himself from the situation. He was nearly over the threshold when Michael’s voice froze him in his tracks once more:

     “Eric…” he said, his voice smooth and even as always, “I think it goes without saying that your services are no longer required, correct?”

     “Uh… sure, man,” he muttered, edging closer and closer to the exit, “whatever you say.” He backed his way out the door and down the stairs, vowing to himself that he’d never screw around with another man’s wife again.