Alex and Jeffery's New Table

By the time Alex came in his pants, something he hadn't done since his teenage years, Tina's hand had snaked its way into his pants, softly massaging his testicles, while Jeffery's stocking-clad foot had returned to rubbing his penis under the table. "Open up, Mister A!" Tina had said, spooning a warm bite of cobbler into his mouth and giving him a squeeze.

"Uuuu-uuuhhh!" Alex answered around his full mouth, cum messing his underwear, his jeans, and his (former?) wife's hand.

He closed his eyes and let his head flop backward as his body was wracked with spasms of pleasure. With a gentle sensitivity to the sensory overload Alex was feeling, Tina slipped her hand out of his pants, and Jeffery let her foot drop to the floor. He hardly noticed the sounds of chairs being pushed back and dishes being cleared from the table. So lost in his bliss was he that, momentarily, Alex slipped into a state of slumber, a sleepy half-awareness, only full conscious of how good he felt, locking the world behind a curtain of haze.

Once his orgasm had sincerely passed, Alex lifted his head and opened his eyes, noticing that he was now alone in the room. It wasn't, however, the only thing that he noticed.

The cheap, scratched, pale wooden dinner table that had served his family since Tina and he had bought their tiny house was gone. Gone were the dents from when Joe thought he could grow up to be a drummer. Gone was the beginnings of the initials S.A. scratched into the leg from when Samantha had gone through her rebellious phase. Gone was the burn mark in the centre from the time Alex's mother visited for Christmas and set the table cloth on fire.

In its place was a new table. A huge new table. Grand was the word that came to mind. Its deep, rich dark wood was highly polished, reflecting an ornate chandelier that now hung over it. Around it sat ten chairs, not the four that maxed out the size of the old table. And it was far too big for the room.

His cum-filled pants forgotten, Alex stood up and looked at his surroundings. The room was at least four times the size of his dining room, maybe more! Tall windows with green hanging curtains were on one wall, a massive fireplace with a roaring fire on the opposite. Above the fireplace was a mantel that held two large candles and a trophy of some sort. Above that was a large gilded mirror. On the wall behind Alex was a huge painting of a man on top of a hill looking heroic, women laying at his feet submissively. After a few moments of staring, Alex realized that the man in the painting was supposed to be him!

"Honey!" Alex heard Jeffery's voice from somewhere in the house, "I've got to run out for a bit of shopping, dear. Please be a darling and try to relax tonight! I've asked Tina to run you a bath. Oh, and Joe texted asking if he can come for dinner. I hope you don't mind, but he'll be home when you are finished work tomorrow."

"Uh," was all that Alex could respond, standing dumbfounded in his new dining room, while the sperm dried and hardened in his pubic hair.