The sounds from the master bedroom were intensifying. I could hear my wife say, “Lay back.”, and then the (now) familiar sound of their bodies smacking against each other. It only took a few minutes before I couldn’t stand anymore, I knew I wasn’t going to get back to sleep as long as I could hear my wife getting fucked. Her rhythmic, “Oh… Oh… Oh…”, noises were keeping time with the smack of her body coming down on Todd’s cock and the sheer image of it was driving me crazy. Worse than that, my cock was throbbing and erect again. As I was getting up out of bed to retreat to the living room in an attempt to put the whole situation out of my head and maybe get some sleep, the noises from the adjacent room quieted down. My curiosity stopped me halfway to the door.
Turns out the brief pause was only so they could switch positions. I heard the bed shift and then my wife say, “Yes, put your big cock in my tight pussy. Put it in me… Ooohhh…” With that I left the guest bedroom and headed toward the living room. My wife’s bikini was still on the floor of the hallway right outside the door to the guest bedroom, piled up with the swim trunks that Todd had been wearing earlier. I found my way to the couch and lay down, but the distance did little to dampen the noise coming from the master bedroom. No longer could I make out what was being said, but I could still hear my wife scream every time she had another orgasm, which turned out to be often.
I didn’t get any more sleep. My wife and Todd must have fucked for another hour at least, a constant stream of dirty words and lewd noises coming to me in my wife’s voice. The last time I heard them my wife was screaming, “Yes… Yes… cum in my pussy… cum deep in my pussy… Cum in me! Ooohhh Fuck! OOOHHH!” I lay awake a while longer before my alarm went off and I had to get up for work. I snuck into the guest bedroom trying not to wake my sister-in-law. In the dim morning light I could see her sleeping soundly in the guest bed, still naked, and it’s not that I didn’t want to disturb her I just didn’t want to talk to any of the three other people in the house. The last thing I wanted was to have a confrontation after my night of torture. I made a bit of breakfast and then slipped out of my sister-in-law’s house to go to work.
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