Sex now, the letter can wait

Becky's lips slid past the tip of Roger's cock and all other concerns left his mind. She presses her tongue against the underside of the shaft and sucks like she was trying to finish a milkshake. She works it back and forth in her mouth, rolling it around, pressing the tip into her cheeks and tongue with care not to press into her teeth.

Roger reaches down to grip her head by the hair, whispering "Yeah suck it good you slutty whore."

Becky makes one concerted effort to slip all the way down, her lips reaching the base of the cock to leave a lipstick ring around it, then pulls off with an audible pop and a trail of saliva.

"That was just to get you warmed up you fucking bastard." Becky says, pulling her dress off over her head and tosses it on the floor. "You are going to fuck me, and do it good! None of this weak ass 'service me' shit tonight!" She pulls off her panties and flicks them onto the dress.

Roger knew better than to argue. He gets to his feet, pants around his ankles, and moves beside the bed. Becky has her legs straight and spread. Her body is stretched on the bed. Her ass presenting perfectly for him.

He playfully taps the tip near her exposed butt hole.

Becky hisses, "I swear to god I will kill you."

Roger slips between her lower lips. Sliding all the way in elicits an appreciative moan.

He slowly works back and forth, the channel wetting, her body sliding to accentuate his thrusts.

Soon Becky is moaning continuously, loudly, pleasure overwhelming her senses to make her forget the world around her.

Roger hears a rattling behind him and slows his thrust. Becky make a satisfied groan at the variation.

Looking back Roger sees the door swing open. He hadn't locked it. A man wearing a stained white pillowcase with what looked like three eye holes cut in it stands in the doorway, looking surprised. That blazer looks familiar.

The man steps up beside Roger. Roger freezes, his hard member pressed entirely into his wife who gives a cry of ecstasy.

The man picks up the letter off the bed and walks back out of the room, leaving the door ajar.

To Roger's horror the door naturally swings all the way open.

Becky moans, "Faster! Faster! I'm so close!"