Chapter 38

Anita woke to a tapping on the door and found herself with her husband’s arms wrapped around her. She sat up, the covers spilling to her waist, and looked around the room. John slept on, snoring lightly, and she silently slipped from the bed and went to the door. She cracked it open to discover Malcolm standing there, smiling.

“Hello, pretty lady, sleep well?” he asked.

Anita blushed. “Just fine. What are you up to?” she asked. She stepped out into the hallway naked and closed the door behind her. She looked at her host quizzically.

“Don’t you remember? I’m taking the two of you over to Glens Falls to pick up your Jeep. Are you up to it?”

“Well, sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

It was Malcolm’s turn to blush. “Well, I mean, after yesterday ... Are you okay?” Anita turned beet red but nodded with a smile. “Good, good. I was actually kind of worried when Caroline proposed the idea; she can get a bit extreme at times. You are feeling okay?”

Anita wrapped her arms around the older man and hugged him. Malcolm hugged her back. “I’m just fine.” She stepped back and eyed Malcolm appreciatively, feeling a surge of horniness sweep over her body. Sidling up to him again, she began pressing her abundant breasts into his chest, while cupping his cock and balls through his pants. “Actually, Malcolm, I have never been so well fucked in my life! Just thinking about it now makes me just so damn horny, I could explode!”

Malcolm’s eyes opened wide, and he grinned down at the short redhead. “Really? Well, I’d be a poor host if I let a lady’s needs go untended. Can you think of anything I might do to help?”

Anita gave a sly smile. She stepped back and turned around, then bent at the waist and grabbed her knees. She spread her legs apart and looked back over her shoulder. “Maybe, Malcolm, if something comes to mind.”

Malcolm chuckled and fumbled his pants open. His uncircumcised cock was gloriously erect as he exposed it and moved forward. Neither needed any foreplay, and Anita was practically dripping with desire as he placed his cockhead in her shaved slit. A single sturdy thrust buried him balls deep in her hot and wet pussy.

“Fuck me, Malcolm, fuck me!” cried Anita, taking it from behind. “God, that feels good!” she exclaimed. “Cum in my pussy, Malcolm!”

Malcolm continued thrusting, feeling the excitement building in his balls. As he neared his climax, he began grunting, groaning out, “Take it, take it!” He staggered against her ass as his cum began spurting into the bent over woman.

Anita could feel Malcolm’s hot jism spraying the walls of her cunt, cooling her overheated twat. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the doorframe as she orgasmed, then stood up, allowing Malcolm’s shrinking dick to slip wetly out of her. His slimy, white cum trickled down her thighs as she turned and kissed him lightly. “That was very nice. I’ll go wake up John and we’ll get ready to go.” Malcolm stuffed his wet cock back into his pants and zipped them up, then left as Anita went back into her room.

Anita headed directly for the bathroom, ignoring her snoozing husband. After a quick shower, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, disdaining any underwear. She pulled on some socks and her sneakers, then grabbed a sweater and went back into the bedroom. John was still sleeping, curled up on his side. Grabbing the covers, she yanked them off the bed. “Wake up, sleepyhead!” she cried, slapping his bare ass.

John bolted upright, staring wildly around the room. “Wha...!”

Anita laughed at his discomfiture. “Come on, John, we have to go get my Jeep! Get up and get dressed.”

“You bitch!” he cried. He made a wild grab for his wife, which she nimbly sidestepped, heading for the door.

“Out of the sack, lazy. I’m going down for breakfast.”

John joined his wife at the dining room table fifteen minutes later. Phoebe, dressed in a transparent halter and a very small apron, served him scrambled eggs and toast, while the others dawdled over coffee. He wolfed down his breakfast, then Malcolm led him and Anita to the driveway, where Tony already had the Jenson’s Jeep warmed up. Both Anita and John dozed most of the way.

Malcolm waited while the Andrews signed the paperwork, then left for home with Anita and John following. Anita was driving, and the two cars got separated at a stop light, but John waved Malcolm on. They had discussed the roads and Malcolm had provided a map. John took the opportunity alone with his wife to talk to her about what had occurred the previous afternoon. “How you doing, honey?”

“Fine, John. It was a bit different, wasn’t it?” she admitted. “Did you have fun?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said sheepishly. “You?”

“Oh, God!” she gushed. “I haven’t cum like that ever!” she glanced over at her husband. “No, I mean...”

John laughed. “It’s okay, honey, don’t sweat it. It was like you just couldn’t get enough! As soon as a cock got stiff, there you were, blindfolded and handcuffed and fucking like a bunny! It was absolutely amazing. The four of us were hard pressed to keep going. The ladies just kept sucking us back to life so that we could get up again.”

“Speaking of the ladies, whatever possessed you to let your daughters join in?” she asked.

“What are you talking about?” he asked innocently. “They stayed upstairs the entire time.”

“Bullshit! I ate more than one fluffed muff yesterday, and don’t you deny it! Christ, what do they think of me!” She shook her head. “Their mother the fuck slut, the boy toy...”

“The loving mother,” finished John. “They don’t think any less of you than they did before.” He laughed, and said, “Did you know they’ve been listening to us screw at nights back home?” He grinned as Anita’s head whipped around at him. “It’s true! The soundproofing isn’t as soundproof as we thought it was.”