The sound came again, this time louder and Chantal was convinced that it was a woman. Heart in her throat, she crept closer and gently pushed the door...open the rest of the way. The sight that greeted her was one that she’d never forget. Her fiancé, Jean-Claude, was viciously plunging his cock into a redheaded woman, who was holding her knees open so that he could have better access to her sloppy cunt. Chantal’s entire body went cold, then flushed with heat as she saw how his prick sawed in and. This left the kids to go and squabble over each others" toys.After running down batteries and failing that, smashing toys, the littledarlings went outside in the dark and attempted to break their necksriding their shiny new bikes which were of course two sizes to big forthem. The garden was flood lit so the adults could keep an eye on them,though it appeared that parental responsibility was in short supply as Iwas the only person to keep going out and checking up on things.I, of course was. He noted my focus."Up for a movie tonight," I hollered over my shoulder."Sure, I will go rent that new Al Pacino, Matthew McConaughey movie," he replied.He left to go get the movie, I made some popcorn to munch during the movie. Jake soon returned.As we retired to the media room, I brought a nice glass of wine, the popcorn, and a soda for him. I plopped down on the couch, snuggled into the cushions. Jake started the movie, and sat down next to me like always. Wiggling his shoulders, he expected. The embarrassment was compounded by the woman coming over. My wife spluttered a garbled explanation. Which the woman found funny. She introduced herself. She was an average looking woman decent figure mid fortyish. Seemed friendly enough,her husband quickly appeared with their drinks. Friendly looking fella nothing out of the ordinary. Out of politeness I said to join us. They sat down. Talked about how they had moved down from Belfast, and other small talk. Some drinks were had and then we.