The climax

They had had sex again. This time in the en suite shower. Sarah had been trying to hold off. She'd gone for a shower in part to try and pace the sex out. But before long she was pressed against the glass of he shower and being rammed with thick, juicy cock. Paul left her to sort herself out and when she entered the bedroom Paul was lying on the bed in Tom's place. A glance at the clock showed just after five so she threw off the towel and crawled up the bed towards him and on top of him. As they made out she could feel his cock stirring again. Inwardly she marvelled at this man's virility, three times in one afternoon and she could feel him pushing against her belly. She sat up and lubed up his cock by rubbing her puss up and down it. Without having to touch it with her hands she slid forward until the tip was at the opening of her pussy and she tilted her hips and pushed back. His cock was scooped up and she slid his length into her.

They started slow, pausing to kiss or caress one another as she held his stiff member inside her. Inevitably though things were heating up. This was in no small part to the clock. Sarah kept glancing at the alarm clock as it ticked ever close to Tom return. Paul spotted her doing this and asked how long they had. When he heard that it would be around ten minuets he plucked her from his cock and manoeuvred both of them so he was fucking her doggy style with both of them facing the door. Paul started going at her like a mad man and if he hadn't cum so much today she knew he would have soon finished at this pace but the unrelenting onslaught of sex just continued. She was a gasping moaning mess and she didn't even hear the door. She just about heard him call her name and she had pulled herself together as he thundered up the stairs and bust into the room.

"Sarah! What the fuck is going on!" he bellowed.

Sarah looked at him standing there as white as a sheet and she laughed "Hi honey, how was the meeting?" Paul had not broken his pace in fact he seemed to be populously steady in the way he was pounding her.

"Oh my god, what is this? Who is he?"

Sarah was delirious now, the sex, the adrenalin of the situation. it was making her crazy, she couldn't stop giggling. "This is Paolo, say hi Paul."

"Hi"

"He's my new boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? You're my wife!" said Tom, his voice hysterical.

"Yea, oh god that's good, just there" she had to stop as she orgasmed body wrenching intense orgasm that Tom had never seen before "Oh god do you see what he does to me and he's still going? So, I think we might need to talk about our marriage. Especially as I'm carrying Paul's baby."

Everything stopped, Paul froze, Tom froze and Sarah lay half held up by Paul's hands swaying and panting. It was Paul who broke the silence as he pulled out of her giving Tom a clear view of the huge cock that had just come out of his wife and flipped Sarah over to face him "You serious baby?" he said clearly excited.

"Surprise" she called and held her arms out to him. Thy kissed and Paul tenderly caressed her belly.

"I love you." he purred

"I love you too" she quietly said back while stroking his hair.

Triumphantly he pulled her legs apart and started to fuck her missionary . The two kissed and held onto each other as their body's writhed around on the bed. Tom fell to his knees and vomited. The lovers didn't care or notice.

Eventually he would pick himself up and stagger to his office he would pull open his desk drawer and pull out the coin. A stream of wishes poured from him, anything that might undo what had occurred. There was no dip in consciousness, no wave of change. Desperately he looked at the coin. Where his wife's face had been there was nothing but smooth metal. The sound of their intercourse continued to fill the house and he walked out of the house into the evening light. He would end up in the drunk tank of a police cell.