Epilogue: Thomas' POV

Thomas lingered for a while after Victor had left. A silent nod was all it took to say goodbye. The meeting was over, the conditions had been met. If they wanted to see each other again, they could get in touch via the website.

See each other again? Yes, if it were up to him, definitely. Victor seemed to be exactly the man Jessica needed. Thomas had looked her straight in the face as she came under the restless attack of the black man. He couldn't remember ever seeing her in such ecstasy. It didn't happen when he watched her with Dirk. And it certainly never happened when he slept with her.

He twisted the corner of his mouth and snorted sarcastically. “Are you sure you're not just telling yourself that because you want it to continue?” he asked himself.

The fact was, he had already climaxed when Victor **** Jessica to her knees and began to ruthlessly make use of her mouth. Thomas had watched the scene with bated breath, and at that moment, the cock in his hand had virtually exploded.

Of course, he would never dare to treat Jessica so brutally—or any woman, for that matter. But watching it was something else, wasn't it? For him, at least, it was the difference between heaven and hell.

For years, he had felt that he couldn't make Jessica happy. He felt inadequate and overwhelmed when they had sex. And this feeling gradually extinguished any desire in him until marital intercourse was nothing more than an occasional chore from which neither he nor she emerged satisfied. This vicious circle of fear of failure and actual failure became his personal hell.

But what they had shared today was heavenly. Even though he had only been a silent witness and she had been possessed by another man, it brought them closer together. He had seen how much she enjoyed it. Being the one who had made this experience possible for her filled him with pride and satisfaction.

And last but not least, he had also gotten his money's worth. Surprisingly, it hadn't ended when he had cum the first time. While he watched, his cock never went completely limp, and minutes later it was hard and erect again. After the first quick release, he made sure to hold back longer. Only when it was clear that Jessica was about to orgasm did he strive toward his own finish. He reached his climax almost simultaneously with her and slumped down in the armchair as she sank exhausted onto the bed.

This was his paradise.

In this sense, Dirk would have been the angel who had shown him paradise. It had been barely two weeks, and yet it seemed to Thomas as if the spontaneous reunion with his childhood friend had taken place in another life. Encouraged by the former closeness that had bound them together, and in the expectation that Dirk was only passing through and no one would ever find out what he told him, Thomas had opened his heart to him. So his best friend was the only person who knew that he considered his marriage a failure and was planning to separate from Jessica.

What had Dirk done? Instead of appeasing him and giving him good advice, he just said, “I'm moving in with you temporarily and I'm going to get you two together again. It won't be easy for you, but you have to trust me.”

“Not easy” was the understatement of the year. Thomas laughed quietly and dryly. Having to watch Dirk effortlessly charm Jessica and satisfy her in a way he never could was the worst humiliation he had ever experienced. But then he realized that this was clearly what his wife needed.

And beyond that, Dirk **** him to admit to himself what he really wanted.

Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can get up and look at yourself in the mirror.

Groaning, he pushed himself to his feet; he desperately needed a shower. He paused beside the bed and looked down lovingly at his motionless wife.

She looked exhausted, lying there as if ****. Her arms and legs were stretched out. Her delicate lace lingerie was torn, revealing everything. Even in her sleep, her nipples were still firm and stood proudly erect. Her used pussy seemed swollen and reddened. Victor's semen was plastered all over her and on the sheets.

Thomas was surprised to notice that he was getting aroused again. The sight of his exhausted, abused wife was the most erotic thing he could imagine. His cock was already hard and standing straight in front of him. The idea of lying on top of her and making love to her briefly popped into his head.

No, not here, not now. What they had experienced together was too beautiful and too precious. Ordinary sex would devalue it.

He gave the sleeping woman a tender look, then turned toward the bathroom. He would relieve himself in another way. The images he needed for that were indelibly burned into his memory.