"Please don't tell him. Don't tell him what I've done. I'll do anything. I'll do anything you want. I promise never, ever to do anything with Bob agai.... Please give me another chance," she continued to cry as she placed her face in her hands."So," my wife's voice paused. "What would you be willing to do to keep your job... and for me to keep my silence," Janet asked back coldly."Anything. Anything you asked," Carrie looked up. A sliver of hope now registering in her face. "Hmmm," Janet could be. Mike mumbled something to her, as she lifted off him, he shot a massive wad of his love juice in the air, splattering over my wife’s corset. My own cum was also shooting from my cock as my hand rubbed hard, the wad landing on Celine’s creamy thighs.My wife lay over Mike’s chest kissing him deeply, as her pussy gaped open in full view of me and Celine, her rawness fully visible.Shelly’s voice came from the doorway, this is Sid, she is one of the girls we told you would be joining us tonight,. Suddenly she erupted into a fit of moaning, her head falling into the pillows as my own release sent me plummeting over the edge. I rode through the last of it, bringing us both down from a major high, my panting breaths matching hers, then pulled out with a final gasp of air. Her body collapsed onto the bed and I fell next to my beautiful, glistening conquest. A long groan escaped her lips ending in a sad, yet adorable whimper. I touched her back with a flat palm in concern, “Did I go too. ‘So, who called it in?’ ‘Geez, sir,’ said Torres, ‘our phones lit up like Christmas trees. The 9-1-1 system got eight calls about it, our Duty Desk got four, and Lieutenant Croyle got two.’ ‘Croyle?’ I asked, surprised. ‘From who?’ ‘I’m not sure, sir.’ replied Torres. ‘She just called Lieutenant Ross, who told me that when she told me to get over here.’ ‘I see.’ I said. ‘Okay, J.R., what else have you found on the body?’ ‘Not much.’ J.R. said. ‘We took fingernail scrapings, and we’re processing.