I found him in the connecting mudroom, determinedly pawing the bottom of the door with his huge right paw, whining anxiously."I'll be only to happy to... let you out," I muttered bitterly. Stomping into the room, involuntarily clutching the front of my gown and walking with my thighs scraping together, I twisted the deadlock sharply to the left, flipped back the slide lock, opened the door and yanked it open for him. "Go!" I ordered, pushing open the screen door.He looked outside uncertainly, then. They spilled out of me as I drilled into her twat. I pounded her. Loved her. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. It was the best thing in the world. I savored it as I pumped deep into her twat.“Oh, yes, yes!” she groaned. “Oh, Jenny!”“Quiet!” I groaned.Headlights flooded through our bedroom as a car passed on the street. Its engine so loud. Tires crunched as it pulled into a driveway. The car went off a moment later.“But it feels so incredible!” she groaned. Her pussy clung to my dick, my. Chris’ hand reached down, and she uncrossed her legs. He went for the button of her jeans, and unsnapped them. Suddenly he flew up, backed away, and resumed the photo shoot. He snapped shots of her face and breasts like a professional. He must have been satisfied; her nipples couldn’t possibly get any harder. I kept hoping she would look up at me, but her eyes were locked on his. It was like she was in a trance. He stepped forward, and softly pushed her back. She leaned back until she was flat. She wrapped her arms around her husband and hugged him. "I don't want to see him anymore. I really don't. I was only doing it because you wanted me to. I'll stop seeing him. I want to stop seeing him."Mike pulled away, and looked into his wife's eyes. "But we'll still play the Game, right? Just not with Steve. Okay?"Jen lovingly kissed her husband. "Of course we will. Just not with Steve." Hi Jen, what are you doing here? Wow, you look great!" Thanks," Jen said to Vince, one of her husband's.