Jon entered the spare bedroom. It was cold not only in temperature but in appearance. A shudder ran through his body. He knew by this time that he should not have walked away from her but pride stopped him from going back. If he went back he would need to apologize and he wasn’t ready for that so he shed his clothes and climbed under the blankets.
He had given his wife freedoms that very few men ever did for their spouses but she seemed so unappreciative. Didn’t she understand what he had been through waiting for her to come back to him? It hurt. It really did hurt and yet she didn’t even ask how he was. She cried but why. She wasn’t the one sitting around at home knowing that his wife may not come back to him. Then when she did come back it was all about her and her shame. “What fucking shame,” he called out. “I’m the one that should feel ashamed. After all, she is my wife that some huge cock was fucking and she won’t even tell me what it was like.”
Then there was that other thing that she did. She referred to her and Josh as “making love,” but then, when he wanted to make love to her it suddenly become, “having sex.” What was that about? That tells a story all by itself. She didn’t care about my feelings. It was only about her. No man should have to put up with that from his wife. That was belittling!
The thought of belittling made him think of what she told him about him being smaller than Josh. He lifted up the blankets and looked down at his crotch. He was still hard. Despite all the anger, the angst, the disappointment and the feeling of being deceived his cock was still at full mast. It was then he saw the little light that there was glistening as it reflected off the sperm that had coated his cock when he had plunged it into Ida. He was coated in Josh’s sperm.
He placed his hand around his rod and slipped it up and then back. My God, it felt good! He sometimes used lube the few times that he masturbated and it felt good but this felt better, much better. He reached over the side of the bed and picked up his underpants off the floor. It was then that he thought of Ida’s undies. They would be drenched in Josh’s sperm. Could he perhaps…, maybe…, yes, of course, he could. He’d need to be quiet though.
Jon got up from the bed and slipped his undies on then his shirt. He tiptoed back to the master bedroom. The door was closed. He quietly pulled the handle down cracking the door open about an inch to listen. He could tell by the rhythm of Ida’s breathing that she was asleep. He carefully opened the door then on his hands and knees, he searched the floor. He felt the wetness on his hand which told him he had found her panties. He left just as quietly as he had entered.
Back in the bedroom, he climbed under the blankets. He then took her panties and wrapped them around his shaft. In the low light in the corridor, he had identified the slick but thick, drying sperm on the inside of her panties. All he had to do was spit on the mess and he had the perfect lubricant. His orgasm didn’t take long thinking of how Ida’s panties ended up in such a mess. He didn’t know the details but it was not difficult to imagine what could have happened.
Now spent, he threw the panties on the floor, turned over and was asleep in minutes. It had been a long emotional day for Jon. He felt thoroughly exhausted.
It was around three o’clock in the morning that something woke Jon. Initially, he didn’t know what it was. He lifted his head and saw the time. In his half-asleep mode, all types of questions ran through his head. Had he locked the front door when he went to bed? Perhaps it was an intruder. Was it a storm that woke him perhaps? Then he realised that there was a warm body pressed up against his back. How could that be? He was in the spare bedroom by himself.
He turned his head to look behind him but to do so he had to lift his body. When he tried an arm wrapped around him to hold him tightly back against that warm, soft body.
“I’m sorry for being such a bitch,” she said. “You’re good to me but I sometimes get moody and can’t be civil. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that I was so worn out.”
Jon thought for a moment before he said, “No, I’m sorry. I should have been more patient with you but I had been under pressure all night so I cracked. I really wanted to enjoy you but I guess I came across as being too demanding.”
“You had every right to be demanding. I just wasn’t handling things emotionally but I’m okay now. That’s the first time that I’ve had two men in one night and I guess my mind couldn’t cope with the idea of it all but I’m yours now if you want me.”
“I’d rather hold you for a while. I’ve been asleep and I need to wake up first before I can feel like sex.” Jon didn’t see the contradiction in what he had just said. He had gotten upset with Ida because she referred to them having sex while she had said that it was making love with Josh. Now he had confirmed her statement to him, the statement that had upset him. He had now told her it was about having sex with her not making love.
“Okay,” she said as she released her grip on him so that he could roll over. As he settled back down after facing her she continued, “I saw you take my panties.”
“Did you?” he responded not knowing what to say knowing he had been caught out.
“Did you like looking at them?” she asked.
“They were messy.”
“Yes and so am I. Do you want to feel me?”
“Do you mind?”
“No, I wouldn’t offer if I minded.”
His hand reached down and he felt that she was still wet but he also noticed how open she still was. “He made a mess of you.” Jon was referring more to her gape than the amount of sperm.
“Yes, he came a lot the first time but not so much the second time.”
“You had sex twice?”
“Not really. It was only once but when he cum he didn’t stop and kept going until he cum a second time.”
“Did you have an orgasm?”
“Yes.”
“Was it the first time he came or the second?”
“It was the first time and the second time.”
“He made you cum twice?”
“He made me cum several times. Or rather it was just two great big orgasms. It probably would have been just one great big orgasm if I had realised that he was going to continue as he did.”
“I see.” The information made Jon feel inadequate.
“Don’t be upset, Jon, please. It was new and different. That made it good. You made it good for me by letting me have this experience so I owe it all to you. I thought about it lying in bed earlier and decided that I owe you big time for what you gave me.” She kissed him before she continued. “I don’t want to upset you but I have to tell you that it was very special, even unique but you need to understand that it takes nothing away from you because you’re the one who gave me the opportunity and you’re the one that I love. I’m nothing without you.”