Yes, and he's pissed

The moment April cries out to you, her husband shifts and groans, obviously waking up.

Without even turning over, he addresses you. “God dammit Michael...what have I told you about getting into bed with us?” he says, his voice stern and aggravated. “I have work in the morning, so go screw somebody else.”

“Actually, it’s John,” you reply, pushing your fingers deeper into April’s wetness as you ram her from behind. Hearing your voice, she clenches tightly around your cock, bending her neck in an attempt to look at you.

“Oh God, John? I thought you were my son...and I’m sure my husband did too, or he would never have treated you like that...right, dear?” Peter simply grunts in response, pulling the covers tightly and shifting away from his rapidly jerking wife. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re always allowed to come and...and...ooh...”

As she talks, your fingers move faster and faster, and moments later she’s on the edge of orgasm. “John, yes...yeees, harder, HARDER!”

She’s progressed to actual yelling, and although her husband squirms away slightly, he doesn’t speak any protest. Reaching her peak, April lets out one final cry of pleasure, throwing her head back as your fingertips push against her warm insides. When you pull them out they’re covered in her juices, which you rub all over one of her fat nipples while you continue to fuck her.

“Aren’t you glad I came to visit?” you whisper in her ear, thrusting frantically.

She moans in reply, flashing you a smile over her shoulder. “Of course, sweetheart...but you know this bimbo slut of yours won’t be happy ‘til you fill her up with your cum. Drain your balls inside of me, won't you, honey?”

The second she finishes speaking, you shove yourself inside her with all your might, pushing her so far forward that her naked chest presses against her husband's back. You grab her ass with both hands, squeezing her tightly as you shoot your load inside. After one final thrust, you pull yourself slowly from her squirming behind.

Feeling his wife's trembling breasts against him, Peter finally turns around, his erection visible through his boxer shorts. Sighing, he reaches down and pulls it out before leaning forward to kiss April, grabbing her hand and placing it on his cock.