Holding her naked body against mine, we look down at our husbands through the gaped bedroom curtains. They've been fucking with the car all day, pushing for more jump, more speed.

"Silly boys, silly toys, right?" she sighs.

My fingers comb the soft, damp curls covering her sex. My ears still hear the cumming cry as my mouth feasted between her legs.

"This still good enough for you?" I whisper in her ear. "'Cause it's not for me anymore."

Her downcast eyes answer me.

"Okay. We better get dressed then. Those guys are gonna want beers soon. And happy smiles."