“You’re kind of in to this, aren’t you?”
“I guess I am. Put on a good show.”
“He doesn’t last long. Enjoy it while you can.”
After unloading the truck the delivery the driver was pawing Tanya’s tits. Carl could hear her squeal.
The supply closet was good size with shelves on both sides. Carl had a good angle through the louvered door. The guy was young. Maybe not much older than twenty, twenty two. Tanya was getting some young dick. She was over the desk, taking the kid from behind. Carl’s view was like a good camera angle in a porn film. Tanya looked really good fucking him. His cock was a little bigger than Carl, but not much. His youth let him fuck her twice in succession. Tanya was loving it and came hard when he pumped his second load into her. She was right. The first fuck couldn’t have been two minutes. The second fuck made up for it.
“That was pretty cool watching you like that. I mean in my office and everything. It looked like you were fucking some high school kid.”
“He’s not a kid. It gave it to me pretty good and lots of cum. I’ll leave my undies off. See if that gets to you.”
Carl watched her at her desk through the window from his office to hers. She had done some pretty nasty things when she knew he was watching. Within ten minutes she was sitting sideways, facing him, cunt in full view. She slid forward a little bit and pushed a stream of cum from her pussy that puddled below her chair. Carl just had to go fuck her again. Troubles at home seemed far away as Tanya grunted her approval beneath him. He wasn’t sure he could cum again, but she brought it out of him.
The drive home gave time to think. He and Tanya made a good couple. Her fucking around wasn’t a concerning as his own wife taking on Ed and Raphael. He wasn’t aware Ed was fucking Anne until she leveled into him at the cabin. Seeing the ex-con fuck his wife wouldn’t be as fun as Raphael’s black cock in her. Anne’s obsession was troubling.
When he got home his wife was fucking Raphael in their bed again. Nothing frantic. Just Raphael on top plunging in and out of Anne at a steady pace. Carl watched from the door for a little while, then moved into the room to get a good look at his wife’s juicy cunt taking on a foot of black cock. Anne seemed startled that he was home, but soon regained her composure.
“I’ll fix us something eat when we’re done here. How was your day?”
“Oh, alright I guess. What have you done today?”
“We mostly just fucked around the house.”
Raphael snorted and Anne giggled. Carl didn’t find it that funny.
Raphael came into the kitchen by himself. Carl gave him a puzzled look. The son of a bitch could have put some clothes on.
“Your wife will be out pretty soon. We had a busy day. Some of the seed way inside was still running out of her. She wanted to sit on the toilet until it quits running out.”
Nothing else was said. About twenty minutes later Anne came into the kitchen without a stitch on.
“Why don’t we go out to eat? I don’t really have anything out to cook.”
Raphael went downstairs to get clothes. Carl was in their closet to get a fresh shirt. Anne decided she needed a quick shower.