He grinned sheepishly.

Unlike his wife, Jonathon did not masturbate very often.

That was because, also unlike Caroline, he had other things to do with his desire.

But the sight of that redhead had been so thrilling that Jonathon had started to pull his cock automatically. Now he dragged his hand off the long, stiff prick. His cock stood out, the knob starting to smoke. He eyed his prick thoughtfully.

He was wondering if he could bear his cock in that condition long enough to get to the office, where he could fuck Brenda straight-off. But it didn't seem likely. His need was urgent now, pounding and drumming and throbbing. If he tried to sneak to work in that condition, someone would be sure to notice the bulge in his fly – or he might just come in his pants, which would be embarrassingly juvenile and a waste of spunk to boot.

He almost reached for his cock again, then paused.

This was a good opportunity to give Caroline one of those morning fucks that she was always going on about! He could take care of her and, as horny as he was this morning, he felt pretty certain that he would have enough left to give Brenda her usual morning dose as well. He tiptoed back into the bedroom and slipped into bed beside Caroline. She was still asleep. Snuggling up to her flank and rubbing his swollen cock against her side, he began sucking on her tits.

That was when Caroline woke up and wondered if she were still dreaming. Jonathon ate her out and then threw a good fucking into her, and now he was on his way to the office. To his delight, he found that his cock was showing every sign of getting hard again. Brenda had come to look upon a share of that cock as her given right – a perk of the job, just like a coffee break.

She wouldn't be disappointed today.

And as Jonathon proceeded to the office, Caroline lay alone in bed, not knowing what to do with herself this morning, since she felt no need to fingerfuck her frustrated cunt.