"Hey, right over here," waved Anna.
Much to his dismay, Gary's wife find him without too much trouble in the courtyard of her father's church. He's trying to hide from having to socializing with these snobbish parishioners, but he didn't want to make it super obvious. Anna always complained about him disappearing after the service.
He approached his wife. Her father the pastor was right next to her. In front of them were a pair of what Gary assumed to be mother and son. The mother was in a simple but white, long dress. She sported a long blonde hair that looked neatly maintained. The son looked to be in his late twenties and uncomfortable in his dress shirts and black dress pants. Their hair color matched even though the mother looked to be way too young to have a son this old.
"This is my husband, Gary," introduced Anna, sounding peppy, "the lady here is Silvia. She's a council woman and a frequent parishioner to the church."
Gary's hand reached out for a handshake. "Nice to meet you," said Silvia. "Nice to meet you, too," replied Gary. Her hand is soft and warm pretty similar to Ruth's. Maybe moms just had warm hands, not that Gary would know much about that.
"And this is Josh," introduced Anna, "Silvia's son. He's working with Wellspring Financials, is that right?"
"Yes," said Josh, sticking his hand out, "Nice to meet you." A briefer handshake than his mother's.
"We're about to leave for lunch at Wilbur's," said Anna, "it would be nice if you could join us."
The gear in Gary's head was turning. A lunch in Wilbur's would drag out with pointless and boring gossips in Gary's experience. He had no patience for that especially currently with the pile of works kicking his ass back in the office. He could use the time to get organized and be ready for the coming week. He's pretty sure Anna knew that, too.
"I'm sorry. I got some thing to take care of," said Gary, "Maybe next time?"
"That's a shame," said Silvia.
After a bit more pleasantries, Gary excuse himself. As he made way toward the parking lot, he could hear Anna's still peppy voice, "That's just like him. Always busy with work."
***
In the restroom, Z gave out a quick instruction on how to prep Anna for the anal sex, adding to Gary, "You can help her out unless you want me to do it instead."
"I'll do it," answered Gary. While he's helping his wife out with cleaning her ass out, he spoke up, "Who's Josh?"
"Oh, Gary, please," pleaded Anna, "He's nobody important."
"Your quickness earlier said otherwise," commented Gary, "what are you hiding from me?"
"No, nothing," insisted Anna, "Please, Gary. The situation here is bad enough. Don't make it worse."
"Hey, enough talking and get on with it," said Z.
Gary quieted down and continued to lube his wife's asshole, but he still thought about what his wife's hiding. He determined to find out eventually.
After the prep was done, Z herded that couple back to the living room. On the mattress now had Dinah straddling her father's lap and impaling her her up and down her father's member rapidly like she's a cowgirl riding on an aggressive bull at a rodeo. The pair also exchanged deep kisses of passionated lovers instead of a pair of father and daughter. On the other side of the mattress were Paul fucking his younger sister doggy-style. Dee was hugging him from behind and seemingly guiding the young pastor on the pace that he's thrusting the girl from behind. Gary and Anna were now guided to join this ring of perversion.