Quiet

My wife opened the door quietly and I heard her pad softly to the bathroom. I wondered what was going through her mind, if she even felt guilty for the disgusting display I had just witnessed. That made me angrier and I couldn’t even think straight by the time she slid next to me in bed.

I rolled over; the pretense I was asleep shattered as I slid my painfully hard cock against Michelle’s leg. She moaned softly.

“Please Jack, Not now.”

“Damn right now!” I yelled.

Michelle screamed as I crawled behind her, pulling her hips up until she was on all fours in front of me.

“Jack what are you doing?”

Taking what’s mine!”

I ripped up the hem of her nightgown. I could tell she had tried to wash up, but her cunt was still stretched and wet and it only filled me with more angry desire. I pulled my cock free from my boxers as my wife’s ass squirmed before me.

I may not have been a hard body like Tom, but I was sure as hell could fuck and right now I needed to prove that to myself and my wife. I held her steady and shoved my cock into her pussy. She was wet with Tom’s cum, but my cock still stretched her wide and she moaned.

“Jack, pleaseЕwhat’s gotten into you?”

“I should be asking you that question, baby!” I shoved harder into her pussy. “Or should it be who’s gotten into you?”

Michelle understood then and quit struggling as I plowed her ass like she was a bitch in heat. Even after her earlier fucking, her body still responded to my vigorous pumping and soon she was humping back against my cock, meeting me stroke for stroke.

“I want to hear you when you cum, baby.” I grunted in her ear. “I want to hear you scream!”

“Jack, what about Sam and Tom?”

“Fuck Tom!” I yelled, pulling back on her thick black hair. The statement was ludicrous, considering she had just fucked him. “I want him to hear you, you get it?”

And she did. She did understand and instead of being a turn off, I felt her desire rise. She bucked against me, slamming her ass against my crotch, balls slapping wetly against her cunt. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t perfect, but it was fucking.

“Oh, Gawd! Jack! Give it to me! Fuck me good!”

She screamed the words and the thought of the little punk in the next room hearing her cries almost made me lose it. Still, I managed to hold back, wanting to make her cum, needing to really stick it to the young bastard in the next room, just like I was sticking it to my wife.

“Who do ya’ love baby?” I yelled. “Tell me who you love!”

“You baby! I love you!”

“You gonna’ cum now? You gonna’ cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! Fuck me, baby! FUCK ME!”

Her cries were filling the room, filling the whole house. I continued to pump into her wet cunt until my own cock exploded and I cried out in triumph. Together, we collapsed against our bed, bodies sweating, exhausted from the turbulent fuck.

I held my wife tightly, still not able to forgive her entirely, but my self-esteem had been restored.

“You saw us didn’t you?” She asked after a long silence.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s not talk about it tonight, OK?”

She nodded, but I heard her crying. We held each other the rest of the night, the first time that had happened in a long time.

I awoke refreshed, even though I had only gotten a couple of hours sleep. My bladder was really throbbing this time and I couldn’t hold back as I rushed to the bathroom, almost not making it in time to hit the toilet.

When I got to the kitchen, Sam, Tom and Michelle were there. Michelle looked as if she had been crying again, the boys as if they hadnТt slept a wink. Tom was unable to look me in the eyes.

I sat down and Michelle put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. I looked around the table and realized they all seemed to be waiting for someone to break the silence.

Sam finally summoned the courage.

“So, dad, did you get a lot of sleep last night?

There was a smirk on his face and I knew he was referring to the vocal lovemaking. He must not know about his mother and his best friend.

Michelle blushed and found something to do at the sink. Tom looked like he was going to crawl under the table.

“Why, yes, Sam, I did sleep well. For some reason the house seemed veryЕquiet last night. Don’t you agree?”

Sam choked on his orange juice, his own face blushing. He finally managed a small nod.

The rest of the morning we sat there, no one saying a word and for the first time in twenty-four hours the house was truly quiet.