The next day

The clock on the bedside table told him it was nearly mid day by the time he came to. He was tempted just to stay in bed and try to ignore the world but he felt disgusting, encrusted with his own dry cum so he dragged himself up and got a shower. He didn't dress, he just stayed in his bath robe as he went searching for breakfast and coffee. He was almost in a trance, just responding to his body's needs fore comfort and sustenance. He didn't dare engage his thoughts because then he'd remember last night and what had happened.

He sighed into his now tepid coffee. Too late. A wave of frustration washed over him shortly followed by a hardening of his worn out cock. He reached for his phone but realised it was still in the office from last night. He felt heavy as he got up to get it. He looked at the kitchen clock on his way out. Two hours had passed and he had barely registered it. His phone was dead so he plugged it in and thought about getting dressed but gave up on the idea and just checked some emails in a show of being productive but he really just highlighted the important ones for later and gave up.

His phone had enough charge now and he turned it on, not expecting much. He was surprised then when he got a barrage of messages making is phone buzz like crazy. They were all from Sarah. His finger paused over the messaging app almost frightened of what he might find. He took a breath and loaded the app.

Picture message upon picture message showed her and Tilly together and usually with Jim as well. Selfies from the hot tub as the two women cuddled up to the repulsively handsome man. Both their tongues lapping at his dick including one where he took it of himself from a high angle. His smug, smiling face taking up most of the picture with the two girls in the bottom corner smiling at the camera with their tongues on his cock. Sarah licking an abnormally large amount of cum from Tilly's face. His wife's behind pressed up against Jim's crotch clearly filled with his cock as she laps at Tilly's pussy then a shot of Sarah's pussy leaking cum, then one of Tilly going down on her. It was a treasure trove of agony and arousal.

Tom was coming to his second shameful orgasm when his phone buzzed with a new message. It read 'OMG you have to see this!'. What followed was a short video clip. Tilly was on top of Jim but he was holding her jut above him. His cock was pistoning in an out of her in a blur and Tom quickly realised it was in her ass. As he turned the sound up he could hear Tilly shouting "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god."

Another message came through 'I am so trying this next, we never did manage to anal did we? Well now I have magic butt hole stretching powers. I'll ask Tilly to film it, send it later. Love you.'

Tom started, she hadn't said that in a while. It cast a new light on all the messages and the video call last night. Was she just tormenting him or was she aware that he was on his own. He couldn't be sure but the thought took the edge off his dark mood and he hungrily anticipated seeing his wife get the same.

Multiple orgasms later his feeling of shame crept back in but not to the point of oblivion they had been that morning. He was glad the messages stopped as he wasn't sure he could take cumming any more. He cooked and ate his evening meal and ate it alone in the kitchen. The house felt very empty again.