Yes, Michael can wait

Unable to resist the temptation in front of you, you grab April with both hands and guide yourself inside her.

She continues to suck Peter's cock while you push into her wetness. Bracing herself on her husband's legs, she moves herself backwards, bringing you in deeper.

You can just barely hear a moan escape from her occupied mouth; the vibrations of it cause Peter to throw his head back in pleasure. Saving his place with a bookmark, he throws the novel aside and places both of his hands on April’s head. As you fuck her from behind, maintaining a gentle pace, he rams himself into her throat faster and faster. Apparently he’s more **** than you are, which is understandable given that you've kept her to yourself all day.

After a few seconds, you notice that April is trying in vain to speak while her husband facefucks her. “Let her go for a moment,” you tell him, still sliding your shaft in and out of her.

He obliges, releasing her, and she lifts her head up to look at you. “Are you okay with Peter using me, honey? You said you wanted me all to yourself earlier, but Peter explained to me that since you let me go to bed with him, it would be alright...I just want to make sure,” she says, a concerned look on her face as a mixture of drool and pre-cum drips down her chin.

You smile at her question with a nod. “It’s okay, April, he can use you. You were right to ask me though. Good girl,” Seeing her relief, you give a thumbs-up to Peter. The moment he has your permission, he grabs her head again, shoving himself inside her until her wet lips touch his groin. You and Peter continue to spit-roast her, you moving into her gently while he roughly jerks her head up and down.

With the speed he’s going at, you’re hardly surprised that he soon orgasms, bucking violently as he shoots his load into April’s mouth. The moment he’s finished, he pulls her off his cock, pulling her out from between his legs and laying her head down beside him. She lies there exhausted, shifting gently as you continue to fuck her from behind. Her mouth hangs open, Peter’s cum dripping out onto the mattress. He ignores her completely, picking up his book and continuing to read.

Placing a hand on April’s shoulder, you pull out of her warm pussy and flip her over. She looks up at you with a smile. “Mmm...put it back in, John,” she says, licking some of her husband's load from her lips. You oblige her, slipping back inside while you bury your face in her breasts. She gasps as you lick her chest all over, occasionally stopping to nibble at her nipples.

“I’m going to miss this body...I've had so much fun with it,” you say, your gentle thrusts becoming faster and faster. “But I think we’re going to have even more fun with your new one. Aren't you excited?”

“Yuh...yes,” she gasps, squirming beneath you. “Please…faster…! Fuck your slut harder and faster, John!”

You redouble your efforts, spreading her legs with your arms as you push yourself even deeper. As one of her feet bumps against her husband, he simply shifts further away from your entwined bodies, not taking his eyes off his book. He must be used to this sort of thing—you're very likely not the first person to invade their home with the intentions of using his wife in the same room as him while he relaxed.

In a few moments, she wraps her legs around you, her whole body tightening as she cums. She lets out a scream, and you’re sure that her moans must be carrying around the house, which reminds you—you've left Michael hanging. As April pulls your body against hers, you can’t help but feel guilty that you've kept her son from using her for so long.

Your guilt fades away rapidly, though; as April’s pussy draws you in and her breasts press against your chest, you reach your peak, flooding her with your seed. You continue to thrust slowly yet deeply as you fill her up. She lies there gasping, still enveloping your shaft tightly. You slump down on top of her, resting your head on her round tits, your hand stroking her thigh up and down.

As your cock softens, you slip it out of her, some of your cum spilling out onto her thigh. You lie together for several minutes, blissful and exhausted, in complete silence but for your panting and the sound of pages turning as Peter continues to read.