I was just glad to have some distraction. Mr. Smith looked at the sex toy in his wife’s hands and said, “Please. No. I can’t handle that right n...w?”“Bend over,” Mrs. Smith said in a more dominant tone than I had heard her use with her husband before. Mr. Smith bent over the kitchen table and spread his legs. “Good boy,” Mrs. Smith said as she placed the toy on the table. She opened the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount into her hand. She walked towards her husband and reached. Puzzled, she opened the door to her room to find the closet door ajar. Although the house had been remodeled several years ago, the closet doors still used standard hinged doors and doorknobs.She approached the door and jiggled the doorknob which was a bit loose, something she had noted earlier and had determined she would fix, but which she hadn't yet gotten around to. Convincing herself that with the latch defective and drafts throughout the house there was nothing truly amiss, she closed the. My thoughts were dragged back to the present as I hear Carlota's familiar moans. The big boss' body was jerking and he was grunting and I knew he was filling my wife's pussy with his cum again.By my reckoning, these fuckers already owed us $20,000 and they were still going strong thanks to my sexy wife. She was earning her keep like never before. It's funny, but I thought I was going to be the breadwinner after getting my forklift job at this company and earning twenty bucks an hour. But here. "It's a deal." Actually Mike," she continues. "There is a big favor you can do for me and I'll owe you big time!" Sure, what is it?" I ask."Well..." she hesitates. "There's this party Friday night for all the cheerleaders in my squad. I don't have anyone to go with and it would be so cool if I showed up with a college guy. If you'd ... you know ... like ... pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for the party!" she adds. "I would be forever in your debt." Forever in my debt sounds perfect," I didn't.