'My Husband's Rich Boyfriend' draft: The next morning (Patreon)

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My alarm went off early the next morning. I felt exhausted but I pulled myself out of bed immediately because I didn’t want to be late for the first task Callum had given me.

It was silent downstairs. I went to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. While it was heating up I looked up a video on my phone to remind myself how to make espresso coffee; it had been years since the last time I’d had to do it, and I while I remembered the basics I couldn’t remember how to make a good one.

I made a coffee for myself first, both to wake me up and to check I’d done it right. Once I was satisfied with my technique, I made coffees for Winston and Callum. Then I found a tray and carried the coffees upstairs.

Their bedroom door was still slightly ajar from where I’d left it last night. I pushed it open a tiny bit, not sure if I was supposed to just barge in or not.

The two of them were still asleep. By now they’d changed positions though; Callum was spooning Winston, his arm wrapped around his torso.

I cleared my throat, quietly - almost inaudibly. Callum’s eyes flickered though, and opened. I could see that he saw me, but he didn’t acknowledge me. I just stood there, holding my tray of coffees.

Callum’s body shifted in the bed a little. Winston responded by letting out a tiny moan. Then another, as Callum’s body shifted again. Callum’s movements began to become more rhythmic, and I realised what he was doing to make Winston respond like that. Half asleep, Winston started to moan in time with Callum’s thrusts as he slowly fucked him awake.

I took a step back, to where I could still see enough but hopefully could remain unobtrusive in the shadows. I saw Winston’s eyes open as he woke, finally conscious of what was happening to him. “Fuck,” he gasped. Callum kissed his neck as he started to fuck him harder.

They continued like that for a few minutes, Winston gasping and whimpering as he took Callum deep inside him. Eventually Callum stopped though. “Break for coffee?” he asked.

“I guess,” Winston sighed, disappointed.

“Coffee!” Callum barked. I was immediately shaken out of my trance, and entered the room.

“Oh hey, babe,” Winston said when he saw me. “Cool, you made coffee already. Nice one.”

I went to hand Winston his coffee. “Wait,” Callum stopped me. “It looks like a nice morning. Want to go outside?” The question was directed at Winston, not me.

The two of them got out of bed. Callum’s cock was still erect, but softening, though still thick and meaty. It was still slick from fucking Winston, who was also still hard.

Callum opened the doors out onto balcony. I followed them out, and sat the tray down on the table outside.

The two of them took their coffees. Winston wandered over to the rail that looked out over the pool, grounds, and the nature reserve that Callum’s property bordered onto. Callum came up behind him, placing a hand gently on his lower back, as they both stood there watching the sunsrise slowly transforming into a bright, crisp morning.

I just stood there, awkwardly, in the doorway, until Callum finally turned round and noticed me there. “Dude, how ‘bout you give us some privacy,” he said. Then he turned back, not even bothering to check if I was following his instructions.

I went back into the bedroom, and as I looked back I saw them kissing each other, naked in the golden morning light.

Not sure what to do next, I just loitered in the hallway for a bit. But after ten minutes or so I started to hear the sound of them fucking again, and I realised I wouldn’t be needed for a while. I busied myself cleaning, then brought them sparkling water after about an hour. After they’d hydrated, Callum told me, “We’re going out for brunch. Good news for you is that you get to wash the sheets.” He gave me his usual cocky smirk. “Now get out while we get dressed.”

I didn’t see them again before they were gone. But as soon as I heard the car leave, I raced upstairs to the master bedroom. The room stunk of sex and sweat, and the white sheets were crumpled, unkempt, on the bed. I got onto the bed, and studied them sheets closely, looking for every cum stain I could find. Every hardened, yellowed spot on the crisp sheets was a sign of something Callum gave Winston that I couldn’t.

I pulled the sheets off the bed and gathered them up in my arms. Carrying the bundle down the hallway I buried my face in it and deeply inhaled the smell of sex, the smell of their passion for each other. It made my head swim.

Once I’d put the sweaty, cum-soaked sheets in the wash, I returned to the bedroom. I took my time making the bed with fresh sheets, meticulously straightening them to make a perfect, flawless altar for their sex. I knew they wouldn’t notice, and that the sheets would be a mess in a few hours anyway. But it felt good to be able to put that kind of care into preparing their bed and making it the best it could be.

After that I potted. Ostensibly dusting, I mainly used it as an excuse to explore the sprawling house some more. By now it was basically spotless so there wasn’t actually much to do.

About lunchtime my phone buzzed. It was Winston. Seeing his name come up on my phone seemed strange and unexpected, and that made me realise how long it had been since he’d bothered to call me. It answered it with butterflies in my stomach. “Hey!”

“Hey babe,” he replied. “How’s it all going over there? Did you enjoy doing the laundry?|

He laughed at his own question, and before I could answer he kept talking. “Hey I had a thought. I’ve already got most of my stuff from our place, like bits and pieces over time. But there are a few things I haven’t brought over, so I was thinking maybe you could go pack up the last of my things and bring them back to Callum’s place?”

“You want me to pack your things for you? So you don’t even need to come home?”

“Yeah, that would be great. I’ll text you a list of the important stuff. And then whatever else you think I’d want to have with me.

I heard muffled talking on the other end of the line. Then, “Hey, Callum says you can keep that painting though. Something to remind you of me.”

Something to remind me of the two of them together.

“Cool, thanks. Hey we’re going to go to this art gallery and then there’s a party. So we won’t be back till late. So if you just drop the stuff off, the housekeeper should be back any time from about five. And I’ll give you a call some time soon so we can catch up. Okay? Bye.”

Before I could get a single word in, he’d hung up.

I wondered if I should clean more. But by this stage the house was so spotless there was literally nothing left to clean. And it was pointless anyway: I wasn’t going to see them again.

I quickly did one more quick circuit of the house to make sure there was no more mess to take care of. The circuit led me to the bedroom once more, and now, knowing that I had to leave and may never be back here, I couldn’t help myself. I whipped my dick out, sat on the floor and jerked off, staring at the bed and imagining the two of them there, falling asleep in each other’s arms after one of their passionate rounds of sex. It felt wrong to be doing that in here, uninvited. But that just made it feel more necessary; I deserved this, this treat, for all that I’d suffered through and accepted and done to facilitate their relationship.

As usual, it didn’t take me long to blow my load. I shot a wad of cum into my waiting hand, did up my pants, and headed to the bathroom to wash the cum off. Once I was clean I slowly, reluctantly headed for the door.

Once outside I paused. I was reluctant to close the door behind me; I knew it would lock, then there would be no possibility of changing my mind and going back inside. And who knows how long before I’d be allowed back inside, if ever.

But I did it. With a deep breath I closed the door behind me. Then I got in my car, and headed home to pack up the last of my husband’s things.