I drove Jez's car back to his house on Sunday wearing my stupid spandex shorts. Jez answered the door in his dressing gown and I felt intimidated just by his size, but also Miss Allie had told me that whilst I had been collecting the takeaway food on Saturday night, she had given him a lapdance, and although she had insited on no touching on his behalf, she had rubbed her bare pussy, under her short, black skirt, against his thigh until she came on his lap. The fact that Jez knew full well my wife had behaved so sluttily and wantonly for him only hours earlier made his nonchalence feel even more humiliating. I felt about 2 inches tall as I stood there in my stupid shorts and explained in a weedy sounding voice that I thought I'd muddied his car, so would he appreciate me cleaning it. Jez just said "yeah, alright.The stuffs in the garage" and shut the door, leaving me to get on with it.

It was a freezing cold morning and my hands were numb by the time I'd cleaned and polished Jez's car, put the stuff away and knocked on the door again to give him his keys. He answered, dressed this time, and just kept me on the doorstep, shivering and feeling shrivelled and pathetic before the man who had made my wife cum the night before.

The conversation went something like this:

"Hi Jez, your car's all cleaned and polished and I've... erm... (I was very nervous) put my house key on your keyring in case you ever want to call round... I mean... erm... Allie likes you calling round, so why not have a key, eh? (Saying this knowing Jez knew Allie had cum on his thigh last night felt extremely belittling) I don't know waht you guys get up to, but I just wanted you to know you're welcome anytime, you know, whether i'm there or not."

Jez took the offered keys and just stared down at me, almost smirking as i bumbled my way through the speech i'd promised to try and give to make up for my pathetic behaviour the night before. I was almost shaking, as well as still shivering, when i bumbled out the next bit. It was made much harder to say because of Jez's silent nonchalence and obvious contempt for my wimpy behaviour.

"Uh, Jez, can I ask you something, while I'm here about Allie?" 

Just a silent stare from the big man.

"Okay, well can I just ask, when you were married to Allie, was she... erm... difficult to please... you know, like in bed... (I had to brace msekf for the next part before continuing)... it's just that she says I don't really satisfy her, ou know, and I was wandering if it was like that with you..."

Jez just shut the door in my face and I walked the six miles home feeling like a total failure, utterly dejected and so sorry that Allie is married to a wimp like me.

I tried to imagine how Jez must have taken all this; his ex-wife cavorting like a stripper for him infront of her wimpy husband, actually cumming on his lap, and then that same wimpy husband bringing his car back, washing it for him and giving him an open invitation to call round, a set of keys and basically demonstrating my sexual indequacy. The guy must have been cracked up laughing as well as thinking his luck was totally in with my wife. I am dreading Miss Allie showing him the letter. I still failed to call him Sir, but what I did manage was nerve-wracking enough.