His husbandly duty, finish

Roger's cock is only hardened by the exhilarating fear of the man's intrusion. He pumps his cock quickly, making sure to reach full penetration and pull back to just the tip with each thrust. He can feel his wife achieve orgasm that trickles down his balls and legs. His own climax overflows from her, leaving his knees weak.

Becky rolls over on her side contentedly then freezes, her eyes on the small crowd gathered in the hall beyond their open door. A college age woman beet red and grinning shamelessly, a slack jawed pudgy balding man, and a teen in an oversized hoodie who had their phone out recording them.

Roger stumbles to his feet, walks over to the door, and closes it with care to lock it after.

"Why the fuck was the door open?" Becky demands.

"Some weirdo with a pillowcase on his head burst in while we were at it and stole my letter. He left the door open on his way out." Roger answers.

"Is THAT why you tensed up in the middle?" Becky asks. Then she laughs. "Maybe we should get interrupted more often!"

"Are we opening up to an orgy now?" Roger asks slyly.

"Orgies are such an awkward mess, and they're never satisfying." Becky says. "Beside, YOU were the one who said no to a threesome."

"Another dude isn't exactly what I had in mind."

"What if I can guarantee he gives good head and has experience taking it in the ass?" Becky asks.

"It's not HIS ass I'm worried about." Roger says, reflexively touching his backside.

"Look, the dildo was just too big, I know that now." Becky says.

They hear a snicker outside their door.

Roger pulls open the door and sees the teen fleeing down the hall. The pudgy man who had been watching stands just behind the door.

He says "Sorry, I only pitch I never receive." Then the man walks away.

Roger turns back to his wife. "We should get some sleep. We'll figure something out in the morning."