(The final chapter. Please read 1-6 before proceeding.)
George and Sue sat out in their living room while Marsha and a newly cleaned up Jacob were in the guest room talking. As George and Sue sat in silence, both wondered if they went too far in bringing these people over from the UK for a visit. Both knew that inviting Jacob over was for the sole purpose of Sue fulfilling fantasies she discussed online with him. Marsha flew with him as the devoted wife, not knowing she would find herself not only in George's arms, but in his bed as well. Neither knew that all the tension from all that time would come to a head three days prior to their imminent departure back over the Atlantic.
As they sat there, George noticed that Sue's teddy straps were still falling off her shoulders. George looked at her for a moment, remembering their wedding day when she wore something similar. George remembered that the sight of her body gift wrapped gave him the hardest erection to that point. He started to remember the passionate kisses, the arms holding each other closer while in that hotel room. He remembered feeling horrible because he couldn't afford the honeymoon he wanted to take her on. The whole wedding was a frugal affair . George pondered on it so much as Sue looked at him, jarring him from his memories.
George looked at her, a face cocked to one side looking into his eyes. It was if she could read his mind that he was lost in thought although what thought it was escaped her vision at that moment. It was then she slid closer to him, leaving a hint less subtle than most as George's arms surrounded her, his shoulder providing a place for Sue to lay her head and begin to sob softly.
In Sue's heart, she felt she caused all this pain. Why did she have to have all these unfulfilled fantasies in her head? Why did she get online and find this rough Scotsman and share her intimate parts with him without her husband's knowledge? Each question was dispersed among her tears as George held her close, blaming himself for his contribution to the argument in the other room. Except, that there wasn't any shouting in the other room. This struck George as odd. As he slid away from Sue, she wiped her eyes a bit and followed.
As they edged closer to the room, a moan was heard. George remembered how he moaned like that when Marsha took his member down her throat the first time. As his cock grew rigid at the thought, Sue cracked the door open a bit and gasped quietly. There on the bed was a prone Jacob, his chest exposed as Marsha's mouth was firmly planted on his member, sucking him hard. She herself was already topless, her breasts pushing against the bed as she allowed her mouth to inhale more of her husband's johnson .