Wait, what's Mandy doing?

Mandy watches as you leave in the police cruiser. She was never one for church, and was glad that you didn't wish for her to go with you.

She had been away from her phone all night when Julie had ordered her to patrol the hiking grounds in search of you. Now that you had been found, she was hoping for a little bit of sleep.

But Mandy was tireless. Restless and tireless. She had been away from her family and home for so long, and work was upset, not at her but the situation, of leaving the downstate conference early to fuck you.

Mandy unburied her clothes from a pile in the master bedroom. Her underwear was nowhere to be found, but that didn't concern her. She primped herself up as fast as she could, adjusting some makeup from her purse and putting on earrings, until she looked like the professional businesswoman she was and not the whore you'd been treating her as.

She rushed downstairs, while trying to explain her activities again to her boss's boss. "He wanted to fuck my face," she said to the dealership owner for the nteenth time. He was beginning to understand.

Downstairs, Mandy ran into Rebecca, looking bewildered at the entranceway. "Another one?" Mandy laughed at the sight of the Amish near-virgin in the vestibule. She tried to explain as quickly as she could before leaving Rebecca to her own devices as Mandy rushed across the cul de sac.

Mandy arrived at her home, the door wide open as she momentarily worries before locking it behind her. Quiet. She ascends the steps up to her master bedroom for an expected sight.

Over the covers, lay her naked daughter, Alice, and equally naked husband Ted, his penis resting on her thigh after having been clearly inside her multiple times. Mandy has a half-smirk as she notices her husband's expensive camcorder on a tripod recording the whole thing. She turns it off as he awakens.

"It's not what you think!" says Ted, slipping on a pair of boxer briefs. "Relax, Ted, I'm just here to pick up some underwear. We all have to do what John wants."

Mandy shucks off her shirt and equally shucks on a bra. She rolls up some panties under her skirt as she turns to her daughter Alice, still fast asleep and now completely exposing herself as she turns on the bed.

A bra'd Mandy smiles at her beautiful daughter, and asks how the fucking was. "She's good, but I think she's had alot of practice," said Ted, sourly.

"She's eighteen, Ted. You know how many times I had sex when I was eighteen?"

"No," said Ted, incredulous and sobered at the idea of his wife sleeping with men other than you and him. Mandy just kisses Ted on the forehead and puts her shirt back on.

"I have to get some work done today. I have maybe three hours before John shows back up. And knowing him, he's going to bring along some nun or something to fuck me. He already made me fuck my own dad."

Ted laughed at that thought. "I guess this is the life of the crush of a 3-hourer." He shrugged off the continued news of his wife's infidelity and wondered when you would tire of her and the financial costs this may lead to.

Mandy grabbed her car keys and left after a quick goodbye. Ted locked the door, and slipped off his briefs, snuggling up to Alice and cuddling her nude form.