Jessica went to shower while I washed up, and quickly whipped us up some eggs.
I was in a serene state of mind after the sublime blowjob I just received. My legs felt wobbly.
"That was the best orgasm I've had in months," I thought.
"And Jess was really hungry for cum," My thoughts continued, but were interrupted by Jessica strutting into the kitchen looking absolutely delectable.
Her hair was wet, and her smile glistened. She wore one of my old black pocket t-shirts that was much too big for her, and a pair of gray sweatpants.
"Well, look at you, Mr. Chef," she said as she grabbed her plate. "It must be my lucky day."
"Lucky for both of us," I replied.
"You can say that again," Jessica paused briefly, then continued, "Do you think he'll stroke his big cock again tomorrow?"
"Sheesh, Babe! Control yourself," I teased.
She chuckled amusedly, then before she could say anything, I stated, "I'll keep my eyes open, I promise."
We talked about normal stuff after that exchange, and when dinner was finished I announced I was going to head to bed early.
"Really? I was wondering if you wanted to watch some cams with me tonight?" Jess asked, looking slightly crestfallen.
"I'm exhausted, Babe. Its been a wild day. I need some rest, but feel free to enjoy without me," I reassured her.
I kissed her gently on her nose, and then her lips before ascending the stairs to bed.
A few minutes later, I heard the door to the office close, and the doorknob click to the locked position.
I wondered how many big cocks Jess was going to make cum tonight before I drifted to sleep.
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The next day I was up, and to the office before Jessica woke.
While I was in the shower, I thought of spying Dylan stroking his big cock. While I was driving to work, I thought about Jess sucking Dylan's big cock. When I got to work, I couldnt get the thought of his cock out of my head. I was beyond horny.
The day passed with no major events.
I sat around figuring that if I waited until mid-afternoon, or roughly the same time as the day before, maybe he'd be putting on another show for his girl.
There was still a tiny piece of me that thought he wanted to be watched.
Hell, he had cleaned up my cum yesterday, and didn't make a fuss about it.
When the time came, I unplugged my cell phone that had been charging to full strength, and stuffed some paper towels into my pockets.
"For clean-up, just in case," I thought, and gave a perverted laugh.
I opened the door slowly, and silently until it was ajar enough for me to squeeze through like a ninja.
My heart pounded. I was so nervous, and excited at the possibility of spying Dylan again.
I tip-toed down the long corridor until I felt electricity shoot through my body.
"That's it!" I thought, and sped up. "The familiar sound of sex."
I could hear Dylan's rhythmic moans along with the slapping of his balls. It's like his moans, and balls were performing a duet, it sounded so melodic.
Little did I know the beautiful ballad that was being performed.
I got to my spot at the corner, took out my phone, hit record, and peered through the boxes of shipping materials on the shelf.
