Whatever it was, it was upstairs as I heard Ann scream. Holy shit, my heart was racing. I had to get to her before whoever it was that broke in, hurt her.
Halfway up the stairs, I heard Ann cry out again.
“Fuck me Jimmy. Give me ALL of your cock! Oh God…. Oh God…”
The sound was unmistakable to anyone who has ever fucked or been fucked. The sound of skin slapping skin. The sound of a man’s balls slapping on the woman he was fucking.
That stopped me dead in my tracks. I had to listen to make sure I was hearing it right.
“I love your pussy Mrs. P. It is so fucking tight and wet.”
“And I love your cock Jimmy. It’s so big and so HARD,” Ann screamed as the sounds of slapping skin picked up the pace.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… fuck me Jimmy,” I heard my wife of almost 25 years call out.
“You have the best tits I have ever seen, Mrs. P.,” the voice was definitely Jimmy’s.
“Don’t talk Jimmy, just fuck me…. hard.” Definitely Ann was in no immediate danger.
I was now tip toeing to the top of the stairs and found Ann’s white tank top that she had worn earlier, along with her tight black shorts. The trail of clothing led away from the master bedroom, towards the guest room, our oldest son’s former room. There was Ann’s bra, a lacy number from Victoria’s Secret, and the matching lacy bikini panties. How nice of her to wear those for her young lover.
“Oh fuck… I’m cumming… I’m cumming.. again.” Jimmy yelled, as the sound of slapping skin paused for a split second, then resumed, more intense than before.
Ann was howling some incoherent words as Jimmy continued to pound her. I could now see the pair of them. Ann was on her hands and knees facing away from the doorway, and Jimmy was on his knees, banging the hell out of my wife, and his best friend’s mother, doggy style.
The two of them were panting like they had run a marathon, their sweat creating a sheen on their bodies. Ann fell forward, taking Jimmy with her, staying on top of her.
“That was the best fuck I’ve had in years, Jimmy. Do you think you can go one more time?”
“Of course, Mrs. P. I could fuck you all day and night.”
“Please Jimmy, call me Ann. Mrs. P. makes me sound old.”
“Okay, Mrs.. I mean Ann. That feels strange Mrs.. I mean Ann.”
“What the Fuck is going on here?” I screamed in the loudest voice I could muster.
Jimmy just about jumped out of his skin as he flew off the bed, his eyes as big as dinner plates. Ann scrambled to grab part of the bedding to cover herself, but was laying there, her reddened breasts still exposed. Seems young Jimmy loved to suckle her 38Ds. I can’t say as I blamed him.
“I’m sorry Mr. P…. I’m so sorry Mr. P…. I’m so sorry Mr. P…..” was all Jimmy could say.
Jimmy was searching for his shorts to put on and he was stumbling as he tried to hop into them, all the while Ann just lay there, with an amused look on her face.
I would never hurt Jimmy or Ann for that matter, but Jimmy was scared ‘shitless.’ He must have thought I wanted to hurt him. Not really. Up until that moment, the shock of it all had taken away my ability to see the whole scene clearly. Even though I was shouting at Jimmy, I don’t even know what I was shouting. Something about fucking his best friend’s Mother and my wife. In spite of all that commotion, I was sporting a raging boner. Ann had noticed and that is why she had that ‘amused’ look on her face.
It might have looked like I was chasing him down the stairs, when in reality if he had turned around and confronted me, I would have retreated back upstairs. I followed Jimmy to the side door as he snatched up his shirt, shoes and socks and out the door. Seconds later, the sound of his car screeching away, made me pause to think what had just happened.
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Turning around, I saw Ann standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing only a pair of red, plaid boxer shorts, Jimmy’s. There was a noticeable wet spot forming in the front of the boxer shorts, along with a glistening river of cum streaming down her thighs. She didn’t look happy with me.
“I hope you’re fucking happy.” she said with an unmistakable snarl. “You just scared the poor kid half to death, and ruined the best fuck of the year for me.”
I didn’t know what to say. Ann rarely ever used swear words in the bedroom, and never outside of it. She was still oozing cum from her young lover and wearing his underwear. This was quite the unusual night.
“Wh.. wh.. why are you angry with me?” barely got out of my mouth before Ann strode right up to me.
“Because Jimmy is the only decent fuck I have any more. Do you remember the movie, ‘The Graduate,’ well I’m his Mrs. Robinson.” Ann added.
“But I… I.. I’m the one who should be upset.”
“Listen Peter, I need sex. And more than once on our Anniversary and once on my birthday.”
“But…. but…”
“Just listen Peter. I need a good, hard cock to fuck me. And that isn’t something you can give me anymore. I love you, but I need sex in my life. More than you feeling me up as you jerk off next to me in bed.”
Ann was really giving it to me now. I was feeling so useless and yet I understood what she was saying.
“I’m so sor… sorry, Ann. I’ll try anything.”
“Listen Peter, do you realize that you are sporting a hardon right now. You have been hard since I saw you standing in the bedroom doorway, shouting at Jimmy and I.”