Her husband was telling her something about work and something about one of the neighbors when Carl felt his load release up his cock and into Mandy. While she was talking she went through a really naughty orgasm, almost screaming into the phone. After hanging up Mandy kissed Carl and the two laughed uncontrollably about what they had just done. Strangely, Carl was feeling eighteen again.
They decided go make something to eat. Carl dressed in a t-shirt and swim trunks and Mandy in a long t-shirt and nothing else went into the kitchen. There wasn’t anything in the fridge to warm up. Mandy started opening the cabinets telling Carl she would cook them something to eat. As she rummaged through the kitchen Anne came unglued. She ran into the kitchen screaming. Frightening anger on her face.
“You fucked my husband, but you’re not fucking with my kitchen. It’s my kitchen, God Damn you!
Raphael had hold of Anne trying to calm her. Anne didn’t let up.
“It’s my kitchen. My God Damned kitchen. Get your fucking hands off my fucking kitchen.”
Anne was about ten seconds from needing to call 911. Mandy stared her in the eyes.
“I really think this is more about your husband than your kitchen, don’t you?”
Anne screamed and swung around and punched Raphael for holding her back. Mandy sidestepped as Raphael got hold of Anne again.
“If you want, I can make you two something to eat, too. I think I saw some spaghetti and sauce in the pantry somewhere.”
The girl was younger than her own daughters, yet she had gotten the best of her. Anne starting shaking and then settled on the floor of the kitchen near the stove. Mandy stepped around her and got out a couple of pots to cook the spaghetti and sauce. Raphael stood in a defensive position in case Anne flew into another rage.
With the meal over Anne and Mandy washed and dried the dishes together. They didn’t say much, but did seem to have reached some sort of agreement about men and who was fucking who and why. Carl and Mandy went back to the basement bedroom. Upstairs it was a night Anne was mad enough at him she didn’t want to fuck Raphael. She went down to Ed and spent the night. Carl and Mandy fucked twice. It’d hard to beat a good “Victory Orgasm”.
The next morning Mandy opted to stay in bed while Carl went in to work for a while. When Carl hurried back home Anne was back in the house and apparently she and Raphael were having make up sex from what Carl could tell by a quick peek into the master bedroom. Mandy’s wanton cunt was waiting for Carl. Carl and Mandy took it slow and were still fucking when they could hear the other couple moving around upstairs.
Many got up and stood naked by the bed. Carl watched her marvelously huge tits as she stretched. He looked down at a dribble of cum about to escape her slit. She looked at him and reached into her suitcase.
“Time to tease the boyfriend.”
She pulled out a skimpy two piece. Okay, not two piece. A micro-bikini. The patch in front barely covered her pussy slit and the top was two patches that did little more than cover her nipples. Carl almost fucked her on the spot.