My wife Molly and I we're driving home from a night out, it was about midnight and we were ten minutes away from our house in Swanley, Kent in England, the last mile was along a country lane and I braked sharply to avoid a man walking along the middle of the road.

I stopped the car and got out to dig him out, then I recognised him, it was Tommy Mackenzie, he was a miserable old git who used to drink in the same pub as me but had contracted Alzheimer's and moved in with his son in Long field, he was in dressing gown and slippers.

Tom, what the fuck are you playing at?

He showed no signs of recognising me.

I'm going home.

Okay I'll give you a lift, and he got in the back of the car, Molly wasn't best pleased.

Why, you don't even like the bloke.

I shrugged, he's rather pitiful we'll get home and sort it out.

Before I could pull away was kicking off.

I told you, he's a waste of space.

Get in the back with him and calm him down.

We continued on our way, all I could hear was Tommy moaning about everything and getting on my nerves when suddenly it went quiet.

Is he asleep?

No, he's started wanking and my god his cock is huge, then Tommy spoke to me.

Bill ( my name isn't Bill ), you can certainly pick them, look at this one, I glanced behind and Molly was helping to wank him. I should have been angry, jealous or at least irked, but I had a raging hard on.

Now I could hear slurping, my god she's sucking him off, another glance confirmed it. Christ I was hard.

I pulled up outside our house.

Right, get him inside before anyone sees, I'll go and park the car.

Sods law, usually I could park within fifty yards but not tonight, I had to go a good quarter mile, parked, locked the car and hurried back.

The front door was open and as I entered I could hear, Knock, knock, knock, I walked into the kitchen where the sound was coming from and there was Molly bent over the table, her weight on her left leg, her right leg bent at the knee and resting on the table and Tommy fucking her, as he thrust into her the table hit the wall, knock knock, knock.

I couldn't believe the size of his cock and I couldn't believe Molly was taking the whole length, it must have been a foot long and as fat as a marrow.

Tommy winked at me, sorry Bill, it's sloppy seconds for you and carried on fucking her.

I stood there mesmerised watching as his cock disappeared into her cunt, only to reappear slick and shiny.

Molly was mumbling incoherently but obviously enjoying it, Tommy gripped her hips and speeded up, he groaned as he unloaded his spunk into her, he collapsed onto her back then stood as his cock slipped from her cunt followed by a stream of thick wads of spunk.

Tommy said.

Sorry Bill, and opened his dressing gown, as you can see I didn't come prepared, you pay the whore and I'll sort you out back in barracks.

Back in barracks? He obviously thought we were army pals.and with that walked into the front room and fell asleep on the sofa.

Molly cleaned herself up, no apologies, nothing, maybe she'd clocked my reaction.

Well, I said, I'd better ring the police and get this sorted.

Can't we keep him here for a couple of days?

He's not a stray dog, he's a sick man and it needs sorting.