The Coffee After

All confessions shared in Jeff’s Corner are fictional.

Here, I listened as a husband reflected on what had happened when he sat down over a coffee with his wife and the man who’d just fucked her minutes before.

Here’s what he said:

It was sunny, the light gliding warmly over bare skin.

Sarah sat at the small coffee table outside our camper van, one leg crossed over the other, her bathrobe barely covering her thighs. Jack sat beside her, angled slightly towards her. And then there was me, sitting opposite, swallowing hard, not even giving my coffee a second glance.

It had been barely ten minutes since Jack had been inside her. Since she’d come hard beneath him — and he’d followed soon after. They hadn’t even showered, saving water because we were boondocking in the middle of nowhere.

Sarah had insisted Jack leave straight away. “Just a quick coffee,” she’d said. Which I’d made.

It felt surreal, him sitting next to my wife, sipping coffee, watching her over the rim of his mug. And her — blushing, avoiding his gaze, hiding behind her mug like a schoolgirl.

You’d told me before, Jeff, that it would be better if I didn’t take part. That watching would be enough.

Right there at the table, I believed you.

I was jealous. Achingly so. And I knew it would have been worse if I’d joined in, if I’d taken my own release. The jealousy burned — but beneath it, I was hot. So hard it almost hurt. And that helped.

I kept imagining it again and again: her gasping, moaning, writhing beneath him. His grunts. Their bodies trembling together as they came. The images wouldn’t stop.

And now here we were, the three of us, quietly drinking coffee.

Sarah sat flushed and subdued, her eyes dropping the moment they met Jack’s.

“So,” Jack said eventually, breaking the silence. “You guys planning to stay here overnight?”

I didn’t want to speak. Not yet.

Sarah looked at me. The moment our eyes met, she looked away again, catching the pressure in my stare. She glanced back at Jack, a faint smile touching her lips, her cheeks colouring.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I think we will.”

She lifted her mug again, drinking as if she needed something to do with her hands.

Jack set his half-finished coffee on the table, leaned closer, and gently rubbed her thigh.

I saw her shiver, her hand trembling so much she nearly spilled her drink.

Their eyes met.

The sting in my chest was rivalled only by the steady throb in my cock.

“It was good, wasn’t it?” he said.

She held her mug tightly, nodded once, then dropped her gaze again, sipping without objecting to his hand still resting on her leg.

Then she shifted, set the mug down, and stood up quickly, fingers clutching the front of her robe.

“If you want,” Jack said lightly, rising too, “I could come back later tonight. Just—”

“No,” Sarah cut in, firmer than before. “This was it.”

I stood as well, not bothering to hide the tent in my shorts. Sarah pulled her robe closer, trying instinctively to cover herself — though what was the point? Jack had already seen everything. Felt everything.

Still, we stood there in awkward silence, all three of us.

“All right then,” Jack said with a grin. “If you ever need me again, you’ve got my number. I’d be happy to.”

The look he gave us was knowing. Lustful. Teasing.

My chest tightened again, and my cock twitched in response. Jealousy and desire tangled together until I couldn’t tell them apart.

My stomach fluttered as Jack leaned in and kissed Sarah’s cheek — nothing intimate, just a casual goodbye.

But between them now, it was anything but casual.

We all knew it.

I reached for her hand. She squeezed it, then stepped closer to me, nudging her chair aside.

He waved and walked back to his car.

And that was it, Jeff. My first experience. Our first experience.

It’s been a week, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it.

Some days, I’m intensely aroused by the memory. Other days, the jealousy hits me hard and won’t let go.

Sarah seems… fine. She doesn’t want to talk about it, but she’s been gentler with me. Kinder. And far more passionate when we’re having sex.

So maybe we’ll do it again. With Jack, or with someone else.

I don’t know.

I just wanted to tell someone how it was. To get it off my chest.