We won’t bite you, although I do hope you’ll help us finish up the prep work for the dinner we’re making. Everybody here loves it, and I’ll be... you’ll at least like it.”Nervously, she answered, “Sure. I’ll help.”I separated Maren from the parents, leaving them to gab in the living room.As we hit the kitchen entryway, I said, “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Maren. I’ll bring her around.”I could hear Civia, who was busy at the island with some task, her back to the entryway, say, “Huh. A friend. She let out a delicious little giggle as she pulled on the skimpy red thong and reached for her dress. If the business plan didn’t convince the millionaire, her outfit would! A flagrant display of sexuality had always worked at home in Brazil. It had snared her many a man in her teenage days, most of them married, too. They were always the best. They knew how to make love, how to treat a woman. Those days were behind her, of course. She was a faithful girl now. Thomas was her true love. But. Her moans as she fingered her ass were driving me wild and making my dick throb as it swelled to a point that my wife loves to call “steel-hard”.After a minute she removed her finger, grasped my dick with her other hand and began to lower herself onto me. My shock set in when I felt the head of my dick plunge into her ass and hearing my noisy gasp my wife looked over her shoulder with an evil grin,“Mmmmm…. I have been waiting for you to take my ass baby. I’ve been letting Mike fuck my ass a lot. I knew his parents would be standing there frozen, unsure what to do or where to go. I didn't turn to look. "Well?" Christa," he whispered harshly, his brow furrowed, his blue eyes narrowed. He only used my name like that when I was "pushing my limits," as he liked to put it, but I just crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow. "This isn't the time or--" You know what," I cut in, my voice rising, sharpening, "I don't give a flying fuck whether your precious parents--hey! Goddammit!".