Roger needs to burn that letter

"Wait wait wait!" Roger says, sliding out from under his wife.

"God damnit Roger, what is it?" Becky demands, sweeping the hair out of her face. "You always do this shit right when I'm getting hot."

Roger picks up the letter and moves over to the hearth. "I gotta burn it. We'll be safer with it gone."

Becky sighs. "Fine. That's fine. Put me off to burn a letter we have all fucking night to deal with. Fine." She stands up and walks over behind him, looking over his shoulder.

Roger pulls a match from the mantle over the fireplace and strikes it. He starts the edge of the envelope burning before tossing it into the hearth.

He watches it burn.

Then he feels Becky's hand down his pants. Her breasts are pressed against his back.

With one hand she has his fly wide, his underwear tucked under his balls, and his dick up. She forms a ring with her thumb and middle finger around his shaft to pump it with exactly the pressure he likes.

She leans close over his shoulder and runs her tongue around her cheek, the makes a popping noise. "So. You ready yet?"

"Yeah, I'm ready." Roger says, turning around.

He sees that Becky already has her dress off and her panties discarded. She is wearing only her lace bra and one of her leg garters, a look she knows drives him wild.

Before he can react she's on her knees, taking his cock to the back of her throat, massaging it with her tongue as a trickle of saliva falls from her lips.

Roger grips her head moaning as she dips down, just barely touching the back of his cock with her lips. Then she pulls back, swatting away his hands.

"That was to get you ready." Becky says, moving to the bed. "Now fuck me."

She lies with her stomach and breasts pressed against the bed, her legs straight and spread, a tilt of her hips presenting her clit perfectly to her husband.

He shambles up behind her and works his cock between her moist lower lips. He slides in slowly working back and forth, a little deeper with each thrust. Becky groans with pleasure at east insertion and gasps at each retreat, her moans getting louder as the thrusts go further and deeper. Her mind is completely immersed in the pleasure.

Roger's attention is caught by a rattling. He looks to see the door to the bedroom swing open. A man wearing a stained white pillowcase with what looks like three eyeholes cut in it stands in the doorway, looking surprised. That blazer looks familiar.

The man looks around the room furiously and then spots the ashes in the hearth. He closes the door behind him.

Roger freezes, his erect member quivering with just its tip intruding on his wife's vagina.

Becky gives a muffled groan, "Come on Roger, don't keep me waiting like this!"

The man in the pillowcase growls, "Don't keep me waiting either Roger. Where is the letter!"

Becky fumbles and slips with surprise, her knees faltering and dropping her to the floor. The motion flips down Roger's roger and the motion as it springs back up spurts a single glob of cum onto Becky's lower back.

Becky struggles for words, "Wh-who-"

"WHERE IS THE LETTER ROGER!" The man roars.

Roger is hoarse, noises that aren't quite words escape his mouth.

Becky answers for him, "We burned it."

"You WHAT?" The man roars, his presumed face turning toward the ashy evidence. His attention snaps back to Roger. "Tell me what it said." He growls.