Hailey snuggled in Jason's arms, satisfied from her orgasms. She sighed happily, knowing she had all night with an amazing lover, knowing her husband's anger would keep him away all night.
"Hailey, I'm home", called Jeff, Hailey's husband.
"Oh shit," she exclaimed, sitting up and grabbing a handful of the comforter. "It's my husband. Jason, you have to hide!"
"Where the hell am I supposed to hide," he asked, scanning the room.
"Hailey? Where are you," Jeff asked from the entrance of the house. "What the fuck is this," he asked, picking up the clothes that had been torn off in passion a few hours earlier. "What the fuck is going on, Hailey," Jeff demanded, storming towards their bedroom. He threw open the door and stamped inside, freezing when he saw Hailey's blanket shrouded body next to Jason's nude one.
"Jeff...I'm sorry, but I uh..." Hailey stammered as she saw the anger in Jeff's eyes.
"Who the hell is he", Jeff asked, point an accusatory finger at Jason.
"I'm Jason," Jason asked with a calm smile on his face, holding his hand out to shake Jeff's hand.
"What the hell are you doing in bed with my wife", Jeff screamed, ignoring Jason's outstretched hand.
"I'm banging the hell out of her, giving her more pleasure in a few hours than she has gotten the entire marriage with you." Jason pulled Hailey closer, unafraid of Jeff's boiling rage.
"Hailey, what they hell did you do?"
"I, uh, went to the bar after our fight. Jason was there....I drank a lot...he brought me home...I don't know. I was so mad at you because you said you didn't want me any more. It just happened. I wanted to feel wanted by someone."
"So you just spread your legs like some fucking tramp? You picked up some random asshole and let him fuck you," Jeff said, all but frothing at the mouth.
"Jeff, I'm sorry, but..."
"So how was he, Hailey? Was it good? Did he give it to you hard? Did you beg for it," Jeff asked. As angry as he was, he was starting to feel a twinge of arousal thinking about this hot young stud doing his wife.
"Jeff, please, don't," Hailey pleaded.
"You're the one who wanted to fuck. It must have been good. So tell me about it. I want to know how the fucking was." Jeff's manhood was starting to grow thinking about it.
"I don't want to, Jeff," Hailey said, her lower lip quivering.
"Dammit, bitch, I told you to tell me," Jeff said, slamming his fist against the wall.
"Well, uh, he brought me home, and I just, uh, started kissing him. I went down on him, and then we..."
"Did you swallow? Was it good," Jeff asked, his erection causing his pants to tent uncomfortably. He unconsciously unzipped his pants, slipping his hand inside to stroke his erection.