The Fowlers wash off

The three of you lie in a tangled mess. Your face is buried in Mrs Fowler's breasts, Mr Fowler's cock is buried in your pussy, you can feel his cum slowly dripping out of you.

You can feel sweat pouring off of everyone, your face is sticky with Mrs Fowler's perspiration.

Gently, more gently than he fucked you, Mr Fowler eases his dick out of you. He kisses you on the back of the head, and whispers a 'thanks', then cranes forward and kisses his wife.

"Honey, that was amazing." He gushes.

"You are welcome." Liz giggles.

Mr Fowler half walks, half staggers to the bathroom.

Liz holds you in an embrace, and strokes your hair.

"Now Hayley I hope you understand, what happens here stays here. Emily doesn't need to know what happened."

"Sure." You hesitate. And then: "So, was that the first time that-

"Eric called out 'Emily'?" Liz continues to stroke your hair. "No, this is a thing we have done for a while."

She stops stroking your hair, and then angles herself so that she can look you in the eye.

"Like I said, this doesn't need to concern Emily."

"Okay." You smile.

Liz slowly extricates herself and goes into the bathroom to talk to her husband. A short while after you hear the shower start.

It is that point that you spring up to go to your friend's hiding spot.