"Sara can be a little trouble sometimes," offered Brad
"Like, I get that she's going through a tough time, but she doesn't have to push my buttons," replied John, who was enjoying the rub between his shoulder blades that Brad was giving him. He could feel the tension leaving his body. "That chili never changes. It tots hits the sport every time."
"Yea, my mom's chili is the best. I heard she first made it when she was on a second date with my dad. He used to joke..."
"He couldn't eat something so chilly," interrupted John, giggling. When he was done laughing, John grabbed the remote and put on the TV. He leaned forward while changing the channels, and settled on Real Housewives. Between the show, the wine and Brad's massaging the small of his back he was nice and relaxed....until he heard the moaning and yelling from upstairs.
"Fuck Sam, you fill me so well. Your cock is so big!" screamed Robin before John could turn up the volume on the TV.
"I can't believe she is fucking him while I'm here! It's like I'm not here!" exclaimed John, "I'm going to give them a piece of my mind!" John got off the couch, marched up the stairs and went barged into his wife's bedroom. Robin looked up at the door from her hands and knees, getting it doggystyle, with shock and lust in her eyes. "Amieeeeee!" squealed Robin as Sam kept pounding her despite the interruption. John just stared at his wife while she bit her lips and moaned, breasts swinging underneath her, taking it while in her favorite position. John felt a hand grab her arm and pull her out of the doorway, close the door and then go down the hall.
"What were you thinking?" asked Brad after they got to his room. John's rattled mind was trying to process everything that happened today, now mixed with actually seeing his ex actually shagging. She seemed so lost to it. so happy to have a dick in her, so inviting? Was that look one of welcome? Did his wife want him again?
