Well the guy I went for wasn't a friend but I'd seen him go in and seeing that other workmen had gone in I didn't think the door would be locked. I th...ught maybe that they had a card school going or they were having a drink with the blonde though it seemed unusual. I had to knock on the door.A guy that knew me answered it and when I told him what I wanted he ushered me in and shut the door. That was unusual it was bloody hot weather. He left me in the hallway and went into the kitchen, I could. I heard someone clearing their throat off to the side.I disengaged our mouths and stage whispered to her, "I think we have an audience."Peggy giggled and turned to look over her shoulder.Mr. Jones stood next to the door, leaning against the frame. He was watching us with a small smile on his usually stony face."You might want to go easy there for a couple more days. The holes in your chest and belly haven't had all that much time to heal. I know you're tough but there is such a think as pushing. The two men gradually begin to thrust into me faster, groaning and grunting softly. The man behind me kisses and bites my shoulder roughly, and the man beneath me plays with my breasts, squeezing them as he sucks my nipples hungrily. The bed sinks yet again, but I am by now too lost in my pleasure to notice. I feel a hand grip my hair gently, pulling my face up. My mouth is yet again greeted, by another penis. I willingly open my mouth, letting it lodge itself between my lips, and this third. Her bedroom windows' blinds were closed, letting just bright strands of summertime afternoon sunshine spill into the room, brightening it a bit. Leaving the windows closed she flicked on a switch and strode to her dresser, turning to watch her new friend. The stranger was still apprehensive, partaking passively as if he was not sure if this was a trick. But the soft smile on his face belied his addiction to the situation, the guilty look of a married man in the bedroom of a voraciously sexy.