It was quiet. The sound of sleep replaced the nose of frenzied passion. My wife lay between her dark lover and his younger brother at home on leave. 

I shifted position on my chair as I stared at them in the dim light. Her skin contrasted with theirs. Her curly hair glued in spots from their dried cum. Her lips were puffy. Her pussy swollen.

I needed relief. My hand stroked. It wouldn’t take much.

“Are you sure? We will require your services again,” my wife whispered. 

I willed myself to stop. I needed to save my arousal for later.