(maybe because she couldn’t afford any new clothes from her drunkard husband).So coming to the main story. It all started after a few months of her ...working at our home. I used to notice how sexy she was so once in a while I used to masturbate thinking about her. But you know there comes a point when you just cannot feel satisfied even after masturbation right? Well, I hit that point this day. I woke up from my afternoon sleep this day to hear the bell ringing. It was the maid. I opened the door. Marty was waiting at the door for me. He opened it and I walked through just like I had at all the other breakfast restaurants across the country. The fancy pancake house was the first of its kind for the trip though. Generally we stayed where it was more likely a cafe or local diner for breakfast."Welcome to IHOP," the just past high school age girl said in greeting. "Two in your party?" Yes two," Marty replied."There is a ten minute wait for a table. Just have a seat and I'll come get you.". The feeling of his cock erupting inside her, tipped my wife over the edge and she cried out as her own orgasm hit her. I was really struggling to hold back my own climax now but I bit my lip and somehow managed it and knelt there as George continued to fuck my wife to a second orgasm. Eventually though even he had to admit defeat and pulled his wilted cock out of my wife's wet, spasming pussy. That was what I'd been waiting for and quickly moved down the bed and took my place between my. Sherry was quick to roll over grabbing my cock and licking at the last few drops of my cum. When satisfied she had emptied my balls after a few deep sucks she laid back on the bed.”That was the best”she said as her heart beat returned to normal ,but her pleasure turned to fear when she took her blind fold off. “Oh fuck Claire” I said quickly moving off of the bed staring at my younger sister equally in shock. “What the fuck “ I said again as I saw her face turn red when Joe turned the light.