In a rush, I replaced her panties and stockings before flushing the toilet. I had no choice, even though it would reveal that I was in the bathroom, ...ecause thick ropes of cum floated in the water below.I was out the door before the water even finished swirling down the bowl. Breathing heavily a few seconds later in my bed, I could hear the buzzing and her whimper playing through my head in an endless loop. Far more quickly than I’d ever dreamed of, I was hard again.I spurted a second time. It was that smile—that array of smiles—that I’d fallen for. Each time she’d smiled I’d fallen a little more in love with her.“Because I don’t want to let you go!”She stepped forward and reached out to hold my cheek. “There,” she said, her eyes so full of love. “Was that so hard?”I felt the ground rumbling beneath our feet as the air filled with thunder and the sky flashed with lightning. She looked to her right and I followed her gaze. Pushing up, out of the ground, was a gravestone. Even. I watch with excitement building as he and my wife share the intense pleasure they feel of being one as she pulls his hips to her and his hard cock fills her deeply to the full length of his cock until their warm, wet public areas touch stopping his thrust to her deepest part his cock can reach. Their bodies begin moving in rhythm with each other, and I admire the curve of my wife’s thighs spread wide for his naked body to enjoy. I shift around to the side of the bed to watch them pause for a. She let her mind skip passed the ride to his house, but paused to remember just how massive it was. At least 4 stories tall, and an acre wide. It had the look of an enormous gingerbread house, with almost the same colors she had thought of whenever she’d read the Hansel and Gretel stories as a child. But what she had not seen was the part that would be her undoing. The basement floors. Yes, floors, there were catacombs underneath the house. Places that would never be found if you did not know.