A phone was ringing in the living room of the Cavanaugh’s residence down on Duke Street. Horace Cavanaugh, 56 years old, thinning gray hair on the sides with a smooth bald plate for a head and a protruding gut for a belly was trooping down the stairs to answer it.
He was grumbling and cursing under his breath as he marched down the stairs. Not merely from the ringing phone but that he was attempting to zip up his pants as he came down. He went in the direction of the living room and adjusted his spectacles on his face before picking up the phone’s handle. There was an aggressive bumping noise happening above his head while he answered the caller. The noise was coming from the bedroom he shared with his wife, Gail. Aside from the bumping noise which happened to be the sound of their bed board banging against the wall, was Gail’s moaning cries as she was steadily getting fucked by her lover. Horace had been enjoying the show watching them when the phone cut through his fun by ringing. The time was 07:07 a.m.
Horace spoke hurriedly into the phone, hasting to be rid of the caller so he could return upstairs before they climaxed. He listened to what the caller had to say then said goodbye before returning the phone to its cradle. He stopped to blow his nose before treading back up the stairs.
He’d left the door open when he walked out. Horace could still hear Gail’s cries climbing and falling amid frenzy gasps, almost in sync with her lover. Horace walked in past the door and there was his wife lying under the black man who was eagerly fucking her. The man’s name was Ali, and he was a regular of hers. At the moment he had one of Gail’s legs hooked over his shoulder while he ground his bulk on top of her. His butt rose and then slammed down hard on her. Gail exhaled grunting fits each time he drove deep into her.
Horace returned to his chair that he had positioned beside the bed where he had front-row action and he unzipped his pants to resume jerking his hard-on.
Ali had been with them since the previous evening. Always whenever he came by, Gail made sure he spent the night and that was exactly what he had done, fucking her all through the evening and well into midnight. Coming awake this morning, Gail had reached over to wake him. She wanted some cock dosage from him before he upped and left. Nothing felt greater than morning sex; Ali required little persuasion to oblige her needs.
Gail lost her breath in a frantic whoosh each time Ali pounded her pussy deep. His cock was thick and never failed to drive her feverish with ecstatic madness whenever he plummet her with it. He took her leg down from his shoulder and became upright against her. Gail was busy massaging her pussy folds while his cock continued fucking her. Ali groaned from the workout; he ran his hand across his brow and it came away with sweat. Gail squeezed her face and groaned through her teeth as she felt him taking her toward the precipice of climax.
Ali slowed down and pulled out of her and then positioned Gail to be on her knees. Gail grabbed the bed’s headboard and thrust her butt toward him when he resumed fucking her hard. She gasped and moaned uncontrollably from the hurting delight he fed into her pussy with each thrust.
“Fuck me, Ali!” She kept thrusting back at him while screaming her head off. “Fuck me like I’m your best fucking whore!”
Ali grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled with all his might and smacked her butt with his other hand, grunting hard as he kept fucking her. Their rhythm shook the bed like it would collapse any moment; their grunts and moans seemed to blend into a synchronized erotic loop. Horace came to his feet and his pants slipped down his thighs while his hand dexterously kept stroking his shaft.
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