Vic felt across the bed and found an empty space, his brain tried to compute the situation, it was dark, it was quiet and it was lonely.
He sat up and ran his hands through his hair, yawning he sat forward and stretched his arms above his head then leaned back again.
"Bollocks, he mumbled and pulled the duvet aside, swung his legs out of bed and stood.
He scratched his balls and pulled his short fat prick a couple of times. He padded into the bathroom, aimed at the toilet and sent a thick stream of coffee and booze smelling piss into the bowl. Finished he flicked the last drips off, flushed and turned around, then wandered back to the bedroom. Pulling on a dressing gown and slippers he headed to the kitchen.
Saturday morning 9 am, he lit the gas and placed the kettle on it, lifted it off shook it and sighed. He ran some cold water and filled the kettle returning it to the blazing gas hob.
"Bollocks," he rumbled and opened a cupboard to retrieve a cup, empty shelves, he sighed and looked at the sink filled with cups and plates.
"Double Bollocks!" he mumbled and walked over to run hot water and wash up his small collection of cups and plates, knives,forks and spoons.Ten minutes later he finished drying the last plate and put it on the pile on the worktop. He took a cup and spoon to the other side of the kitchen and opened the cabinet, pulling out a jar of coffee that had just enough in it to make a very weak drink. He simply turned the jar upside down over the cup and sighed.
"It's your own fault you dick head," he mumbled and opened the fridge, to discover that there was no milk. "Oh for God's sake!" he said, "What the fuck are you like."
Vic had been a Director of a very respectable printing firm, alongside his wife. However, unknown to her until three months ago, Vic had been very much alongside his secretary usually naked and sweaty. That was when he found that his wife was also 'working late', although to be fair, he thought, she was actually working. The nuclear explosion had been loud, messy and totally destructive. Within hours he was not only out of his job, but the marital home, He lost his car; and his secretary had fled after his wife had reduced her to a quivering wreck. Now three months later he lived alone in a cheap rental flat as he tried to find a way back into the working world.
He had a few thousand in his bank account, fifty grand in deposits and a few shares worth possibly ten grand. All things considered, he had found a place to live, and he had a reasonable standard of living. There's always a 'but' and his was that his vindictive bitch of a soon to be ex-wife had made sure he was unemployable, threatening any supplier who might accept Vic onto the payroll that she would cancel the contract with them. She leaked his infidelity to all their friends and business contacts, ensuring that no one would touch him with the proverbial barge pole. He was a pariah in both his private life and the business world, truth told he was fucked for a fuck.
Vic smiled and grinned at the thought of Tiffany, his 'ex-sec', a statuesque brunette with legs up to the sky, a flat stomach leading up to the firmest, biggest unsiliconed tits he'd ever had the pleasure of drooling over. She was built for comfort, not for speed. He felt his dick stiffen at the thought of her hairless pussy and cute tight arse. Sitting down he began to stroke his cock feeling it slip through his fingers.
The sound of the doorbell disturbed his wank and he grumpily made for the door, unlocking and throwing it open, surprised to see his soon to be ex-wife stood there in jeans and a baggy leather jacket.
"Glynn - Fuck do you want?" he said totally confused, she pushed past and strode into his lounge.
"We need to talk, this is ridiculous, your heading downhill to hell, look at this shit-hole?" she exclaimed looking round at the chaos all around her.
"'s'got to do with you?" he mumbled ambling back into the room, after slamming the front door shut.
"Well despite your complete betrayal of our marriage vows and absolute and total destruction of my self esteem, I do still actually care about you. Vic this place is the pits, how can you live like this?" she said, placing her handkerchief on the only comfy chair in the room and sitting down.
"Lack of; money, a job, also of self esteem; because it's all I can afford, and oh! because I can't be arsed anymore." he smiled and plonked himself on the arm of the chair alongside her.
"You need a shower and shave, you smell like shit, have you had the same sheets on the bed since you moved in?"
"Do I need more than 1 set? They didn't say that when I bought them, you'd think they'd have said something."
"Oh! like; 'are you a sad git living all alone, well then you have to change the sheets regularly and wash the dirty one's!'"
"Probably, wow, you certainly are bitchy this morning."
"It's in my nature arsehole, now get in the shower, I'll check your clothes out and get those rancid sheets off your bed."
Vic tutted and shambled to his feet, trudged along to the tiny bathroom, shrugged off his dressing gown without undoing the waist cord and kicked his slippers at the door, causing a banging sound, Scrambling into the bath/shower he switched on and timidly stood at the far end until his fingertips told him it was warm enough to step under the spray. He found the shower gel and lathered up using it as shampoo too. As he rinsed the water suddenly went ice cold and he yelped and jumped out of the spray.
"For fucks sake, have you turned a hot tap on? he yelled at the door. It opened and Glynnis walked in, saw his state and laughed.
"Whooo hooo, big boy your smaller than I remember," she chortled and wiggled her little finger imitating his frozen cock.
"Oh Fuck off! Why don't you!" he yelled and held his fingers out to the spray. Finding it passably warm he went back under to finish rinsing off.
With the noise of the water and the inbuilt fan, he didn't hear the swish of clothes as Glynnis stripped. Her saggy 44 GG breasts and round ample belly wobbled as she climbed in behind him. She walked forward and placed her hands on his hips. Startled he tried to turn, but she held him firmly, then slipped her hands up and across his back helping to remove the soapy bubbles. Moving her hands lower, she found his hairy arse and began to cup the cheeks in her hands, moving closer and rubbing her belly and breasts over his wet back.
Vic couldn't move but felt his cock rising up. Her hands parted his cheeks and pushed at his legs, asking him to part them, he numbly did so feeling her hands pass between then, and pause at his anus to rub the little pucker, then a hand grasped his cock and the other slid gently round his balls. He also became aware that something was licking his anus and it felt good. He moved his legs wider and squatted slightly, feeling Glynnis's wet head come between them and starting to lick the small space between his anus and his balls. One hand meanwhile carried on jacking his cock and the other rolled his balls gently around. Vic felt his legs trembling and his knees aching, suddenly his cock erupted and streams of cum spurted out into the bath, striking the side and were washed back down to the base by the force of the shower spray.
"Oh God, Nhh, nuhh, nuhh, nuhh, arrghh" he managed as each spurt flew out. Glynnis's mouth appeared round his cock-head and swished and swirled round it, emptying his cock and cleaning him up.
Finishing, she withdrew between his legs and kissed his puckered opening again on passing, standing she touched his arsecheeks briefly before stepping out of the bath. Grabbing the only bath towel she dried herself vigorously and began to pull her clothes on. Dressed, she blew a kiss and opened the bathroom door allowing the cold air in and causing the fans note to dip and recover.