There was a slight pause in the voices but the breathing became heavier and she could hear a more intense movement on the bed.
Bob's voice came through with a guttural passion she had never heard in their own love-making. She sat thunder-struck. Her face flushing a bright red from the disbelief and humiliation of listening to her own husband making love to another man's wife with that man sitting right in front of her.
There was another long delay in the voices as she heard the unmistakable sounds of clothes being torn hurriedly from a body. The shrill sound of a zipper being undone came through loud and clear. And then, the bed squeaked again and the voices returned:
"OOOOH," a low ecstatic groan came from the speaker, "FUCK ME NOW, DARLING, FUCK ME NOW!"
Harry Burns maintained his outward appearance of indignation as he heard his wife moaning in the throes of abandoned intercourse with Carol Benson's husband but an inward sadistic satisfaction coursed through him as he watched the horrified and helpless expressions crossing over the girl's face. He felt his prick jerk slightly under his pants as he saw the robe fall farther away from her knee, unnoticed in her state of shock. A small portion of her exquisitely formed upper thigh was plainly visible as she sat immobile across from him. God, he'd like to grab her now and throw it to her right here on the couch while they listened to her husband screwing his own wife silly on the recorder. But, he knew women well enough by now to know the time wasn't yet ripe. She was still in shock and he had to wait until she had recovered and anger had set in. There was nothing a wronged woman wouldn't do for revenge against an errant husband no matter how moralistic she might be under normal circumstances. He would just bide his time for awhile and make certain she had all the opportunity she needed to build up her temper.
"OOOH! GOD IT'S GOOD, SHOVE YOUR FINGER IN MY ASS! HURT ME! HURT ME!" wife droned on.