You're safe but need to blow off some steam

The happy couple continues fucking, apparently unaware of the voyeur at their door. Becky's panting becomes deeper and more frequent as she reaches orgasm, and Curtis responds by pulling out completely and then thrusting in, repeating this several times over.

You back away from the open door and go to your new bedroom. The towel is on the floor almost before the door closes. You make sure it is shut tight--learn from other's mistakes and all that--and then, reconsidering, you pick up the towel and spread it out on the bed before lying down. This proves a wise decision, for the moment you spread your legs, your juices spill out and soak the towel.

You can't get the images of your former mother and brother fucking out of your mind. Nor do you really want to. You slip your hand back inside yourself and start to fantasize. What would his cock feel like inside you? What would be it like to arch your ass up in the air like she did, moan like she did, thrust her cunt back against him like she did, orgasm like she is as Curtis pounds you with his manhood....

Your fingers alternate between stroking where your inner labia meet your vagina and playing with your clit. Then you give your aching pussy a break to pay attention to your large, Latin chest. Thick, gorgeous nipples atop your twin mounds provide such delight when you squeeze them. No, you certainly don't need a cock inside you to get yourself off. But it would be nice.

Arching your back slightly, you resume fingering yourself--now in both holes. Even as your needy cunt leaks more in response to the attention, you slide two fingers deep into your own asshole. "Fuck me," you say, pretending you're begging your man to do it. You imagine it's his fingers inside you. You imagine wrapping your mouth around his cock. It forms a perfect O, you think, now that you have these luscious lips, and your man is going to have a hard time not coming early from your suction.

Yes, you're deep-throating him and he's going to face-fuck you while he keeps finger-fucking your delicious little twat. You're going to let him use you like a wanton whore, and in return he's going to coat you with a big load of warm, white jizz all over your tanned twenty-something body. You want to fucked and used, just like Becky. You're a good, sex-loving wife. You want his cock inside you, his hands on your body, you want him to give you that sweet, sweet release ...

... you give yourself over to your orgasm, smiling and letting loose a content little giggle. Your towel is so wet now that you fear you're going to have change the sheets anyway.

You bring your arms up around your head and lie there, staring at the ceiling, the afterglow clouding your mind. Then you hear the doorknob turning. You glance at the opening door, well aware of how you must look to whoever is about to enter. But there is no time to move, not even any opportunity to cover yourself.