"How are you?" Missing you." she told him simply."We should have been together tonight," he reminded her."Yes. Where are you?" Paris. It's been a nigh...mare but I'm almost finished." When are you coming home? Do you know yet?"The way she said home gave Sam butterflies."Hopefully on Saturday; where will you be?" I'll be going back home on Friday afternoon the same as always." Don't come on to any strange men on that train," he warned her, only half joking.Sarah laughed and Sam's world exploded.. Clothing around the house was only bothered with in the case of visitors, excursions or cold, and none of those applied as I padded down the cool bare wood hallway, following the scent.Turning into the kitchen, I noticed two important things. Firstly, my husband was in the kitchen, naked, and looking yummy. Secondly, he was sitting at the long wooden bench seat, facing the table, and about to get started on bacon and eggs. By himself.I did the only reasonable thing. I sat beside him, snuggled. I was amazed at the heat I felt from the cum as it spurted in me. I wished it would never end, but end it did. I felt James pull his spent cock from my ass and I dropped down off my knees. I was covered in sweat, breathing deeply and feeling satisfied. If that had been the end of it… I’d have been a happy boy. But it wasn’t the end. Not by a long shot. James got up, presumably to go clean up and I just lay on my stomach, cooling off, and basking in the good feelings. It was right about. I sat in my front room and scanned for residual spirits.I realized the sunlit patch that I'd told Sharon about was likely to be a problem. The memory of making love to Alicia in that spot was strong. A little paper and some tape attached to the window at least broke up the pattern of shade and sun. If the sight still tugged in a few days, I could consider more radical and permanent solutions.The kitchen table was next. During Alicia's final visit, she'd sat across from me during my home-cooked.