Gregg had dozed off on the loveseat, so didn't even hear Dorothy enter. She was already kneeling, her hands on his cock as he woke. He looked at the clock. 2:14 a.m. "Don't worry. She just left." she said, and rubbing his cock to erecton, smelled it. "I think somebody got some pussy!" she playfully taunted. Taking another big inhale of his shaft, she said "Mmmmm. I can smell her on you. I'm glad you didn't take a shower." She ran long laps, all the way up the shaft, on it's tummy and back, effectively removing Jen from her secret lover and then, squeezing behind his balls tightly, deep-throated him. Once he was all the way in, she vibrated his cock by screaming and shaking at his engorged cock with her head. Backing off, she asked, "You like that?" Not waiting for an answer, she clutched behind his balls even harder and rammed his cock down her throat again, so that her nose was deep within his pubic hair, touching his skin. She twisted his sac until it was purple and screamed her passionate vibrations into his penis. There was nothing he could do but grab her hair.
Just when he thought he couldn't take it any more, she gave him back his cock and balls and asked, undoing her garter belt, "Did you cum inside her?" "Yeah" responded Gregg. "I thought I smelled some male on you." confirmed Dorothy, peeling off her black stockings. "I wasn't going to do this..." she said. "I can't stay long." Gregg gulped, his erect cock lying helplessly on top of him, it's life-filled urethra exposed and already bulging even after having emptied into Jen two hours earlier. Off came her black panties and the 44-year-old woman mounted him completely and instantly.
She rocked her hips forward and back, milking the 32-year-old single guy. "You have anything left in there for me?" she teased, reaching behind herself and holding his balls. "Huh?" she persisted, quickly licking her fingers and then squeezing his nipples as she bounced. "Always." Gregg managed. He spun her around, and standing, walked her into the bedroom, her still impaled on him. He layed her down on the wet sheet where Jen and he had just fucked. He whispered in her ear, "I popped the question to her already." Dorothy was overjoyed. With any luck, she'd be having an affair with her sister's husband within weeks, maybe days.
"Hurry up and cum in me!" she said, excited. "I have to get back before my husband wakes up." As he fucked her slowly and intensely, he whispered in her ear, "Will you really have my baby?" "Yes, I will, stud." replied the spread-eagled married woman. "Making my husband bring up your child is a betrayal that's almost as good as the cheating. It makes the whole cycle complete." "Thank you, sweetheart." said Gregg. Dorothy was going to say something, but instead she started moaning and then came all over Gregg. "You have a nicer-feeling pussy than your sister." he said, sweating onto his married sex partner's face. "I'll see you here every time she does, right afterward." said Dorothy, gasping for breath, "To wash her pussy juice off with mine. I want you walking around with my scent on you, not hers." After a few moments, she added, "I don't want that bitch to think she owns you just because she's married to you."
Gregg was fucking hard now, and ramming his lips all over the 44-year-old's neck in massive, tender neck-munches. To bring him over the edge, he smelled her left armpit, breathing the heady hormones deep into his testicles. He grabbed at her tits with his teeth and brought her legs up so far that he was also licking the cracks at the backs of her knees.
Knowing that he was about to cum, Dorothy passionately growled, "You son of a bitch, I want your baby!" He ploughed into the wide-open woman, spurred on by her legs clamped behind his ass, pushing hard. He was ready to explode inside her as her husband slept peacefully at home. "Give me your fucking baby!" she yelled, and slapped the side of his head. She came up with the other hand, ready to strike the other side of his head, but he caught it in his own. They looked at eachother, smiled and laughed.
"Show me your wedding ring." he said, hurridly. He kissed it madly and let out almost a crying noise as he came, the ring still pressed to his lips. "That's my boy."she said, gently stroking his hair as he emptied his d.n.a. into her, letting out passionate whimpers and cries.
Dorothy knew that Jen had decided to take Gregg up on his offer of marriage even before Gregg did. The next morning, when Dorothy was dropping her sixteen-year-old boy off at Jens for Jen to drive him to high school later, she sat in the kitchen and witnessed Jen strolling and dancing downstairs at 6:55 a.m. "Well..!" she commented. "You sure look happy..." "Gregg asked me to marry him!" she said, off-handedly, trying to conceal her smile by biting a piece of toast and turning away. "Are you serious? That's wonderful!" exclaimed Dorothy, and she rose to hug Jen. "You must really like him!" "I love him!" corrected Jen. "He's totally wonderful and amazing." "Did you have sex with him yet?" Dorothy whispered so her son could not hear. "Of course not!" Jen objected. "Oh. Well, that's good." approved Dorothy, thinking, "You lying, little tramp. We'll see who he gets pregnant first.