Morning Blowjob turned Drama

You wake up, feeling something hot. As you open your eyes, you see Dylan, sucking your cock on your bed beneath the covers. You groan.

"Good morning to you, too." He purrs at you. "Dylan, we can't be- HOLY FUCK! That's so good."

You throw your head back and moan while you stroke his head. "Dylan, stop. I'm gonna be-AAAHHH-late for-nggggh-work."

However, typical Dylan, he doesn't hear you but continues to give you a blowjob. Suddenly, the door opens and you immediately grab the pillow to cover, even though he is underneath the blankets.

Your wife walks in and grabs some earrings. "Morning, hun. Your food will go out cold downstairs. You and Dylan should eat them now. Speaking of Dylan, he suddenly disappeared and I can't find him." She tells you as she looks at herself in the mirror.

"He might be taking a jog." You reason out. Suddenly, you feel him sucking your balls and you take a silent gasp.

She looks at you, brow raised. "Him? Jogging? I don't think so." She grabs a mascara and applies it to herself. "I think he went to find someone to give a blowjob on the park, I guess."

While a bit distracted by his mouth on your cock and sucking you underneath the covers, you notice that she is all dressed up, like trying to get some attention, maybe. "You look beautiful. What's the occasion?" You ask her suspiciously, hoping she won't realize that you are.

"Why, thank you. And no, there's no occasion. I'm just taking our daughter to school." She smiles at you. You look at her get-up, and raise a brow. "Uh-huh."

As she finally applies the lipstick, she gives you a kiss on the cheek and exits the room, leaving you and him alone.

"She's trying to flirt on one of Chloe's teachers." He tells you as he uncovers himself from the sheets but jerks you off.

"How do you know that?"

"I'm his brother. Of course, I would know that." He says, matter-of-factly.

"But that's not a proof, that's just your assumption." You counter back.

"I know her, like in the back of my mind. Of course, she is flirting with someone than you." You can't help but feel like he is right.

"I don't think she is." You mutter relunctantly.

He stops jerking you off and furrows his eyebrows. "Wait, are you jealous?"

"What? Of course not. I'm just... suspicious of her actions lately. I mean... at least, I think I don't." You rub your neck.

Dylan looks at you and cross his arms. "Sounds like to me, you are." As he tries to exit the room, you stop him from leaving and hug him behind.

"Look, I'm not jealous. Absolutely not. It's just... why would she do that?"

"Umm, because you don't love each other anymore?" He points out.

You sat there in silence while he looks at you. "Don't tell me that you still love her."

You look back at him. "I don't, okay?"

"Then what is this?" He asks you coldly. You don't reply to him but he nods, as if understanding. "I let myself be your other person in your life, even though it was wrong. For fuck's sake, David, you are married. We had sex." He rants.

"I could have any other guy out there but I settled for you. Because I love you." He continues. You bow your head down.

"You know, I don't even understand why I am doing this. I even drove all the way from school to visit you. But it looks like..." He stops.

"I'm leaving." He exits the rooms and slams the door shut. You sat there still, not moving.