Horrified

"How dare you touch me dere?" she demanded, trying to move away, but Phil's hips pinned her against the countertop.

"Oh, I plan on doing more than touch," Phil said, squeezing her breasts hard before pulling the fabric of her bikini top down. Gloria sputtered her frustration, her ass pushing back against him again.

"Chay will keel you for dis," she cried, trying to move again.

"Jay won't do shit to me," Phil growled, one hand leaving her breast to peel the towel off her waist, then untied her bikini bottoms to let both pieces of fabric fall to the floor. "I'd be silent, if I were you."

"Silent? If you don't stop now, I'll scream!" she threatened.

"Ok, let's say you scream. What will happen then?" Phil asked, his hand pushing his own suit down to allow his cock to pop free. "First, Jay will come in to see you getting fucked. He might believe that I'm forcing you. Might. Even if he did believe, Manny would come in and see you getting ****. Do you really want him to see you in that state?"

Phil brought his cock up between her legs, guiding the tip between her labia. "I guess it's up to you," he said, thrusting his hips forward, his cock sinking into Gloria's body. "Either way, I get what I want."

Gloria bit her lip, knowing she couldn't expose her son to this. He may be eighteen already, but she didn't think he could handle the knowledge that his mother got ****. Phil grinned, looking out the window too, his attention on Jay as the man stood by the grill, ignoring it and looking toward the kitchen as if he could see through the tinted window. He added a bit more vigor to his thrusts, driving Gloria's hips against the countertop with each thrust.

Phil knew he wasn't going to last long, finally fucking the woman he had lusted after for so many years, and he sped up, fingers pinching her nipples. Gloria groaned, squirming from the pain, and her movement sent Phil over the edge. Phil thrust deep, his cock twitching, spewing potent sperm against Gloria's cervix, filling her fertile womb with semen. Something about **** her with her husband in view made the entire experience even more thrilling.

"You should not have done dat," Gloria wept, her hands in the sink in front of her, trying to push him away with her ass. "I could get pregnant!"

"Don't worry," Phil assured her. "I'll pull out next time."

It took a few moments for Gloria to realize that he was talking about **** her again, and she shuddered.