A half-hearted attempt to get Mr. Wood to stop

Your heart is in your throat as you watch Mrs. Cleft search the ground floor of your house. You're terrified that she's going to search the linen closet, but you've got more pressing concerns. Literally, pressing against your left buttcheek as Mr. Wood reaches around your hip and between your legs to play with your clit.

"We're gonna get caught," you hiss to him as he leans against your back.

"You're just gonna have to figure out a way...," he dips a finger into your wet slit, "...to stay quiet."

"Mmmmmhmmmm," you groan with pleasure at his touch.

"Joy?" Mrs. Cleft calls. "Are you there?"

Your heart hammers in your chest again. Did she hear you? She looks right at the linen closet again, but turns away, back towards the couches.

Mr. Wood doesn't seem to mind. You feel his free hand slide down your back, between you and his big belly. He takes hold of his poking prick and guides it to the soft cleavage of your ass. His finger works in and out and his palm grinds against your clit. He tucks his hard dick between the warm cheeks of your ass. The big head prods your puckered hole.

"Don't do it," you warn him, your voice quivering with pleasure.

"You know you want it," he says. "It's been a while. Remember that time in my kitchen?"

You remember it well, bent over his counter, screaming his name as the plates shook in the cabinets and Mr. Wood pounded away in your tight ass. You were both wild with passion and shouting your pleasure. Pretty much the exact opposite of this situation.

"Stop, Ernie," you flatten your hands against the angled slats of the closet door. "She'll hear us."

"What is going on here?" Mrs. Cleft asks and you see she is holding your torn bathing suit.

Mr. Wood slides his finger from your pussy and runs it down the crack of your ass. He's using your own juices to lubricate you.

"I know you want it," he whispers.

You do.

"I don't," you say and try to wiggle away from him.

Mr. Wood isn't giving up. He seems intent on escalating things. As for Mrs. Cleft, you've lost sight of her. She could be anywhere in the house or even gone.