Henry Grimes' wife, evidently a lady of hearty appetite, was giving her husband some head when Ivor left the board room and went back to his office. But it wouldn't be his office for much longer. His promotion mean he would be shifting to a much larger and more gracious suite, and now he was too excited to carry on working.
He was eager to toil his loving wife about his promotion – although not going into any details of how he had earned it – and thought about phoning home.
Then he decided to take the rest of the day off. He would go home and give Rachel the good news in person and maybe they would go out to celebrate.
She would be surprised to see him. Ivor was an ambitious, hard-working guy and he never took the afternoon off or got home early. His arrival would certainly be unexpected.
Yes, Rachel would be surprised.
Ivor didn't know the half of it!
Chuck was still holding his cock stuck up his sister's cunt as they watched their mother nursing happily away on Mike's ass-flavored cockmeat.
They heard a car pull into the driveway. Jeez – did Mom have some other guy coming to see her? Chuck wondered. He pulled his prick out of Frostie's pussy with a squish and a following tide of foam. He moved over to the window and looked out.
"Holy cow!" he gulped.
Daddy was home!
He darted back to whisper the alarming news to his sister. They had no time to get dressed. They snatched up their discarded clothing and fled down the hall, ducking into the kitchen just in time.
Ivor came in, smiling.
He walked down to the front room and looked in – and his smile froze on his face.
Mike saw him and blushed.
Then Rachel saw him. She let Mike's cock slip from her lips, trying to look contrite. Ivor was gaping at them in astonishment.
"I-I got carried away, I'm afraid, darling," Rachel mumbled, in feeble excuse.
Loving husband that he was, Ivor was dumb founded. His wife had a lover. He had caught her sucking the boy's prick – and the evidence was plain that they had already had lots of sex before he arrived.
For one thing, the boy's cock was limp and his balls had obviously been well-emptied.
Rachel's lips were all drenched with jizz, her cunt was spilling the milky fluid out lavishly and even her asshole was oozing spunk.
Mike, looking terrified, quickly pulled his clothing on. Giving the husband a wide berth, he moved to the archway and dashed out. He had no idea what the repercussions might be, and he wasn't going to hang around to find out.
Rachel was still kneeling, her head down now as if she were deferentially asking his forgiveness, looking as contrite as she could under the circumstances. She gazed at him through lowered lashes.
And she saw him start to grin.
"Aren't you angry, darling?" she whispered.
"Hell, no – I'm horny!"
He moved toward her, tearing his clothing off as he approached. Rachel was relieved and delighted that he was taking such an agreeable position in the light of her flagrant infidelity.
She wondered vaguely where the kids were now.
And hoped they would be watching again.
They would, for certain.
Hiding behind the kitchen door, they exchanged a glance when they heard their father announce his horniness. What a peeper's paradise today was turning out to be? No words were necessary. The saucy siblings were in tacit accord. Naked, they tiptoed back down the hallway, eager to watch Mom and Dad fuck.
Ivor knelt down and kissed his wife lovingly on her spunky lips. His tongue ran into her mouth, avidly exploring that faithless facial fuckhole. Then he dropped his head to her tits and sucked the perky peaks. He slid down lower and she rolled back onto her ass, lifting her knees and parting her lush legs.
Ivor clamped his mouth on her adulterous cunt and began to suck greedily. It had really turned him on to catch her with a mouthful of teenaged cock.
He held her by the ass, lifting her up as he gulped from her faithless cunt. He felt a little jealous, but that only made him hungrier.
Rachel saw shadows flit by the door and knew that the kids were once again watching. It thrilled her. She wrapped her thighs around Ivor's face and rode his head in a wild horizontal waltz.
She began to cream off.
Her pussy was already full of cunt-cum and jizz, and now she was pouring another load in. Ivor was drinking it out of her greedily. He was belly-down on the floor and his steely prick was jammed down into the carpet under his loins, heaving his ass up on the far end of his hard-on like a boulder pried from the earth.
She shuddered through the waves of her cumming and dropped back, arms spreading out. Ivar kept on eating, adoring her delicious cunt, lusting for it all the more for having found it filled by another guy.
She arched and squirmed and undulated.
"Fuck me now, darling! Fuck me just like that horny young man did!" she cried, knowing those words would turn him on – and her kids, to boot.
Ivor groveled in her groin a bit longer. He was lapping in that gooey grotto like a dog, his slurping tongue spraying cunt-juice up into her hairy bush and onto her belly as it whisked through her creamy slot.
Then his head came up and he got his knees under him, starting to mount her. But Rachel rolled aside. If he threw the cock to her missionary fashion, she knew that her kids, would only be able to see his cork screwing ass and his swinging balls – and she wanted to show them more than that.
"Let me get on top, darling," she whined. And, Ivor, in total ignorance of his role in this parental passion play, was happy to oblige.