The kitchen was a mess, Lloyd and Judy’s clothes were left strewn on the worktop and the floor. The champagne was half-drunk, the food untouched. The room stank of sex.
Lloyd was a heavy cummer that was for sure. There were three big puddles of cum on the floor where she had voided his sperm from her hole. I took three sheets of kitchen towel got down on my haunches and wiped up his mess from the slate floor before it dried in.
His musk was over-powering, I knew the smell from my own ejaculations over the years but his aroma was stronger, muskier than mine and I’m embarrassed to say that powerful aroma made my dick harden. I held the spunky towels to my nose and breathed in his dominant aroma like a teenager smelling his girlfriend’s love letters.
What had I become? I had invited a man into my home to fuck my wife. I had watched them mate in front of me and instead of protesting I had been a willing party in their infidelity. Now I was playing with his man juice that he’d recently copiously deposited to the neck of her womb.
Walking upstairs, still with the cum soaked towels in my hand I knew better than to go to my bedroom. As I crossed the hall to the spare bedroom I could hear Round 2 of their lovemaking in full swing. Our bed was creaking and Judy was laughing then moaning as Lloyd once again claimed my wife.
Listening to them fuck filled me with that odd mixture of intense jealousy, a resignation that this was to be my lot in life and raging horniness at the thought that my beloved wife, after ten years of marriage was finally getting the sexual satisfaction that I had denied her for so long.
Drifting in and out of sleep, I could hear the two lovers fucking noisily for most of the night. He was taking longer and longer to cum as she drained his big balls. Her sexual moans sent me over the top as she oohed and purred her pleasure.
At seven I woke again and the birds were singing. I desperately wanted to know what had happened overnight but I knew I couldn’t burst into my own bedroom without good reason.
I went down to the kitchen and made scrambled eggs and smoked salmon for three, to be washed down with buck’s fizz, champagne and orange juice. I knocked on my own bedroom door and waited.
“Come,” Lloyd called.
Wearing my pyjamas, I opened the door and walked in. Lloyd was lying back naked on my side of the bed, hands behind his head. Judy was naked, kneeling between his legs licking the fat purple head of his hardening cock, her heavy tits hanging on his thighs.
“Breakfast just what I needed,” he said so casually as if my wife was already his.
He took the drink off the tray and drank it with one hand as she ran his fingers through Judy’s hair with the other. Then he started on the eggs as she worked his cock with her hands and mouth. I took a long drink as I watched Judy suck and masturbate his massive penis.
Finally, Judy acknowledged I was there.
“Go and get my measuring tape from my sewing basket,” she ordered.
I stumbled downstairs not wanting to miss any of the action. By the time I returned Judy had got him nicely hard again and they were kissing.
“Ok Jon, I’m sure you’re dying to know what is making your wife moan, why don’t you measure me up?” he grinned.
I looked at Judy, pleading for her to take over.
“It’s the least you can do for him after everything he has done for you,” she laughed.
“Anyway, he has to get used to handling it, we might as well start as we mean to carry on,” Lloyd replied
Of course, I wanted to feel its power, the wand that had my wife and me in its spell. His long, thick cock so fucking manly compared to my little dick.