I went back the next morning even though I knew Carol had spent the evening with her married boyfriend.
She answered the door naked under her silk housecoat. Her hair a mess, her face flushed and smiling like a satisfied cat.
She said, "I was a very dirty girl last night, all night"
I asked, "What time did he leave?"
Carol said, "20 minutes ago. He was drained and and his cock was limp."
I lifted her housecoat off. She had love bites on her tits and shoulders and her bald cunt was puffy and looked freshly fucked, the lips protruding and swollen. There were spots of cum in her hair and on her tits.
I asked, "How long since you fucked him?"
She said, "30 minutes ago and we both came like crazy."
I asked, "How many times did he fuck you."
Carol said, "Three times, maybe more, plus some other stuff."
I couldn't explain it but I was wildly turned on. I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion, our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. She sucked on my tongue like it was a fresh cock. I don't know what's going on with me, but the thought of Carol spending the night fucking her married boyfriend made my cock hard as steel. I moaned into her mouth.
I started sucking her tits and fingering her hot slippery cunt. She took me by the hand and pulled me into the bedroom. There were half empty wine glasses on the end tables. The sheets were twisted and thrown down. The room reeked of sex.