The next morning Jane and I went down to breakfast. I went to the kitchen to help Sue. Since we were alone I decided to talk to her about the previous night, but Sue started first. “Ann says she wants to see you fuck John.” “Havant you shown her the film?” “Yes, but that is not the same as being there.” She stated. “You never asked me to take his cock up my ass.” I replied. “Honey, you’re my alpha-male.” “Sue, John is your husband.” “He’s been fucking Jane behind your back, and her aunt.” She continued. “It is hardly behind my back.” I retorted. “Don’t you like me anymore?” “I like the five of us; six if you like, but let John have some fun. Don’t try to control him.” “I don’t like to argue.” Sue told me opening her robe. “Why haven’t you fucked me yet?” I did not push my point further. I had other things to push. Push up her pussy, standing there against the door pillar. I stepped forward; she pulled her right foot up her left leg. Her shaved pussy was flushed bright pink. My right hand rested on the wall over her shoulder and my left helped my prick find its target. The heat of the kitchen was nothing to the heat of her pussy. My shaft slipped in, no hair between us. Her leg closed around me, my hand wrapped around the small of her back. Sue was tall, but still there was not much room for me to move. As I pushed deeper in she rose on her toes like a ballet dancer. To tall to be a ballet dancer perfect to fuck against a wall. Her lips joined my own. They were as hot as her pussy lips and just as wet. I came, spilling spunk into her. I kept her against the wall, plugging her hole. Then I started again. Her body flushed hotter, her grip tighten and I knew she had cum, just before I did for the second time. “Know be a good girl, and perhaps I will fuck you again, and John.” I told her. We finished breakfast and took it in. Mary had come down in one of Ann’s frilly robes; the ones that leave nothing to imagine.