Husband at home

Tom had not slept well. He had initially tried not to masturbate but as soon as she had sent that final text he hadn't been able to hold back. His wildest and darkest fantasies were being fulfilled right then. She was in the arms of another man, a man he didn't like and bar going to the hotel and kicking the door down he was now powerless to stop it.

He had cum, twice. Each time the thought of him cumming in a tissue while someone else was being stimulated by his wife's vagina had only aroused him to the point of needing to cum again. He had called it at two. His cock was still hard as he lay in bed trying to clear his mind enough to sleep, but he knew she's be back and he wanted to hold on to some of his reserves until then. However this meant that sleep was hard to come by and he had drifted in and out of restless dozing until six and then gave up and tried to distract himself.

At just after 9 his phone buzzed and he nearly pulled a muscle in his desperation to read the message.

Morning love. Just having breakfast in the room (I only have what I was wearing last night so didn't want to go down to the restaurant). I can't wait to tell you about my evening, back in a couple of hours.~~

Tom's cock was instantly hard again. She sounded happy, that's good, right? He dashed up to the shower and did all in his power not to touch himself. By the end of the shower it had started to go down. He dressed and made a coffee. He sat in the kitchen drinking it not doing anything. Adrenalin was coursing through his body and he couldn't relax but he couldn't bring himself to do anything distracting. He checked the clock and barely an hour had passed

He settled on cleaning. He tackled the kitchen until it gleamed. He hoovered through the house. The bathroom was made immaculate and all the bed sheets were changed. He wished he was a more practical sort. Chopping wood would have felt good or digging a hole as opposed to these maid duties but the physicality of the work helped him deal with his racing heart.

He was just emptying the dishwasher when he heard a key in the door. He rushed to the hallway as Sarah entered the room. She saw him too and she had a guilty grin on her face. She was in the same dress she had gone out in but her shoes were in her hand. Her hair looked tidy but not styled and she had a little light makeup on but nothing compared to last night. Her casual appearance stood in stark contrast to her formal dress and spoke of having slept and washed since he last saw her.

She closed the door "Hi" she said and dropped her shoes on the floor.

"Hi" said Tom hands held in front of him looking nervous.

Sarah chuckled "You look frightened" she said as she walked towards him. She stood right in front of him and said "What do we do now?"

Tom leaned forward and kissed her. It was a tentative kiss, the kind a teenager might give to the girl he liked but isn't sure he's reading the signals correctly and it made Sarah giggle. She touched his face and said "I'm guessing you want to hear about it?"

He nodded "Yes" he croaked out.

"Do we have sex? Do you think you'd be able long enough to put it in?"

Tom nervously laughed "Probably not. No but I would like to go to bed with you?"

She giggled again "You are being so cute right now. Come on" she took him by the hand and led him up stairs. "It's probably a good thing we don't have sex. I would have if you wanted to but honestly I'm really sore"

"Oh god"

They had reached the top of the stairs. She turned to him and said quietly, close to his face "Oh yea. He really wore me out."