The drive home was long and tiring, as I walked in the house I was surprised 2 see the living room light was still on (My wife never stays up late dur...ing the week)I walked towards the living room and started 2 make out a slight moaning sound, curiously I peered around the door and noticed both of my wifes legs dangling over both arms of the arm chair, as I could only see the back of the chair and the 2 amazing long legs of my wife I naturally assumed she was just giving herself some relife. One piece of paper just said “Misty” and listed a phone number. The other said “Erica Bradford” and had a local number below that. He remembered Ted’s discussion about the woman from that morning.He picked up the phone and called Erica’s number. There was no answer. He looked at his watch. It was six-thirty. School should be long over for the day. He left the paper there. He’d try again later. He decided to wait until after his shower to call Misty. Who knew what she wanted, but he wanted to. In between alternating insertions of my fingers, my hand slid up and down my cock which was soaked with my pre-cum at this point. When my anus finally felt relaxed I went ahead and pushed the dildo inside. I let out a loud moan of relief and began to thrust it in and out of my ass whilst I jacked hard on my cock.As I reached closer to orgasm I heard my bedroom door open and I immediately stopped what I was doing. It was too late to cover up and hide my dildo. In the doorway was Jordan, stood. My goal is to bottom out in her tight ass. I keep just using the head of my dick until I realize she is loosening up some. I forge on, a third of the way now and her sounds seem less strained and more sensual. This is a green light for me in my mind and I start pumping more up and down than in and out. I know she is enjoying it when I hear a faint “yes” out of her. Sweet! I continue to pump up and down by going up on my toes and down on my heels more. Over halfway in! “Ugh, Ugh, Ugh!”.