I hurried up the stairs, my heart pounding.

"Myke, I'm here!"

The door groaned when I opened it.

"Myyy...ke!"

I was frozen with the scene.

My husband was sitting, suit and tie, laughing. Kneeling between his legs, a greedy mouth sucking his cock. The tongue swirling, licking the head. Sometimes biting.

He groaned loudly and the mouth swallowed his penis. The agitated movements came, until the intense and white orgasm ran down my husband's cock.

We look at each other.

"Morning, Vivian."

"Robert."

Myke stared at me, eyes shining, handsome as ever. And a drop dripping from his mouth.