Nothing. But Dylan gives you a blowjob.

"Shit!" You silently cursed. But all of a sudden, Dylan kisses you hungrily.

"I have an idea. Follow me." Clueless, you let him grabs your arm and takes you to the bathroom. He turns the shower on. He pushes you inside and he enters next.

"Dylan, what are you-" He cuts you off as he puts his right hand on your mouth while his left is playing with your cock. He smiles impishly.

He crouches down and takes your cock in his mouth. You gasp. You miss him doing this to you. You can't help but moan. You put your hands over his head and guide him to suck your cock.

"God, you're so good!" You stop for a few seconds as he gasp for air. He sucks you again but this time, you grab his hair while you ram your cock inside his mouth.

Completely lost in yourself, you are unaware than your wife has entered the room.

"David! Why are your clothes on the floor?" She shouts. You stop from fucking his mouth.

"And why is Dylan's clothes on the floor, too?" She shouts again. Before she enters the bathroom, he stands up. Your eyes widen at this. Shit! She'll know!

He comes out of the bathroom and wraps the towel all over his waist. As he grabs a toothbrush, Judy barges in the bathroom but sees him putting a toothpaste on the toothbrush. He looks at her quizzically. "What?"

"You were taking a bath? Is David inside there?"

"Hey hon! Sorry for the mess. We were taking a bath."

She sighs. "As long you both will clean it up. Now, hurry up, the dinner will get cold." She eyes Dylan as she watches him brushing his teeth and soon leaves.

"We almost got caught. You know that, right?" You ask him sarcastically. He rolls his eyes. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, I know you like it." He winks at you.

You chuckle at him. You give him a brief kiss as you hug him.

"Now, c'mon, let's go downstairs and have some dinner."

"I hope it's hotdog." He jokingly said. You shake your head good naturedly.