Robin growled, checking off in her head to be sure there was no-one who could get in. She knew she was safe, and climbed onto her hands and knees, waving her red, flushed bottom at Carl.
"Pete, that was great. But I have room for more?" She looked behind her head and saw Carl grinning as he dripped his way over the side of the pool and knelt behind her.
"Be my pleasure Ma'am," he said respectfully, before slapping her bummy playfully and burying his face between her legs. She purred-she honest to God purred as Carl's tongued slid inside her velvelty cunny again. Peter was collapsed in a nearby lounge chair, stroking his half-hard, woman-splitting cock and rumbling with low laughter.
Robin lowered her head, then, gasping as Carl ran his fingers along her bottom, the crease of her bent body and deftly found her clit. "GOD," she yelled, far louder than she meant to, then following up with a nervous giggle. "Carl that feels great, baby. But your employer requires you to do some DEEP WORK!"
Pete laughed, as Carl, beyond words himself, immediately knee-crawled up close to Robin's ass. She wiggled it again, feeling his sticky, hard cock slide against it and coo'd in joy. She stretched her arms out ahead of her to angle her ass up towards the waiting cock rocket.
"You guys are on the payroll as of right now!" she said, thinking Damn! Marriage just got a whole lot better!
A gasp, the sound of shopping bags crumpling to the ground.
Surprised, Robin jerked her head up...and just as Carl grunted and pumped his whole cock into her - opening her mouth into a surprised 'O' - Robin saw her best friend Liz standing there, her hand to her mouth, eyes frozen on the tableaux of her best friend - her married best friend - being fucked doggie style by a stranger.
Oh, God, groaned Robin, even as she instinctively kiegel'd Carl's cock deep inside her. WHAT DO I DO??? |