“So, here’s what’s gonna happen,” Gail said to her husband, trying not to lo

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen,” Gail said to her husband, trying not to lose her patience. This whole thing had been his idea to start with, but he had gone back and forth so many times.  Even now, in their living room, he was whimpering indecisively. Gail had no choice but to take the reigns.

“You’re gonna stay down here and watch television. There’s some desert left, so help yourself.” Tim nodded, pathetically looking back at the dinner table and the pile of dirty plates.

“I,” she said emphatically, “am going to go upstairs and fuck your friend.”  Tim let out a whimper.  “No! You wanted this. You can’t back out now,” she scolded him.

“Rob was your choice. You invited him,” she reminded her husband. “You can’t tell me you want me to suck his cock and then beg me to stop because you’re chickening out.“ Of course, having just seen Rob’s massive python moments earlier on the couch, she was nowhere near inclined to let the chance slip away.

“You’re not to come upstairs,” she warned him. “No matter how much I scream,” Gail added. “And from the looks of it, I will be screaming all night long,” she thought to herself.  “If you come upstairs, Rob and I will be leaving to go to his place. Understand?”

Tim nodded. He watched, pathetically gripping a pillow, as his hot little wife glided up the stairs.

Tim couldn’t help himself. He had rushed up the stairs after two hours of nearly constant moaning and slamming of the headboard against the bed.  He walked in to find Gail on top of Rob, begging him to drive his big, fat cock deeper inside of her.

True to her word, after Gail had her third orgasm of the night, she climbed off of Rob’s still hard cock. She grabbed a few things and slapped her husband in the face on the way out.  All of that was Thursday night.

Now it was early Monday morning.  The dishes were still on the dining room table and two used condoms, filled with Rob’s cum were still in the garbage in the master bedroom.  Tim was rocking and moaning on the couch when Gail came back in.

She shook looked at her husband and shook her head. “Pathetic,” she said. “I’m going to shower and go to work,” she called to her husband. “After work, Rob and Jeremy are going to fuck my brains out again—oh Jeremy is Rob’s roommate. He’s hung like a horse.  Don’t wait up, loser.”