His

 

I was standing quietly in the corner of the bathroom, attending to my wife as she freshened up. She yawned, smiled at me, obviously pleased with my presentation. I hoped she would be, I'd gotten up hours ago to shower and dress in a formal maid's uniform.

I was about to ask her if I could get her coffee when the bathroom door opened and a masculine, muscular man wearing just white boxers walked in startling me. I didn't realize her date spent the night; she'd never permitted a man to sleep over.

Saying nothing, he walked right to her, grabbed her, pulled her to his crotch, pressed his obvious erection against her bottom as his hands roamed her body. 

"Someone woke up horny," she giggled, leaning back, kissing him deeply.

He chuckled, ran his hands on her stomach, over her ass, looked like he was going to fuck her right there. "Damn right," he said, starting to push her over the sink.

"Just a sec," she giggled. "Sissy, go take care of breakfast and coffee, give us an half an hour or so."

He looked over at me, chuckled again. "Prettier than I imagined," he said.

I felt my cage tighten at his gaze, felt myself leak, suddenly trying to remember the last time I was intimate like that with my wife. A year? More?

"You know what," my wife said, rubbing against him, "better make than an hour."