Saturdays had become the best days for Susan and David to get together. David could only take just so much time off from school and on Sundays, Ted closed his business. David often worked on Saturdays with Ted to earn a little extra money, but Susan was now encouraging David to stay home.
"Don't worry," she told him. "I'll give you a little extra every week, as long you give ME a little extra!" David agreed and asked his father if he always needed to come in on Saturdays. Normally Ted would have been annoyed because he'd have to hire a part-time employee for those half-days but he quickly figured it out.
"Maybe it's starting to happen," he wondered. He'd already noticed the changes in his wife. She was wearing less around the house. Shorts that got shorter; skirts that now came up several inches above her knee. She was getting her hair done regularly, putting on more make-up and perfume. She and David tried to act like nothing was going on but since Ted was looking for it, he noticed the changes. He also noticed how hot his wife looked and wanted to finally fuck her again, himself; not that he had any plans on doing that! No, no, this was his ultimate fantasy, to see his wife and son in the throes of full-blown fucking passion and he started to feel that, well, maybe it was working.
So he granted David's request and then started to feel "Hey, business is okay. Maybe I don't have to open shop on Saturdays anymore!" What a great excuse. Pretend to go to work and then drive home an hour later. The thought excited Ted so much it made him hard.
The first few weeks together, Susan and David tried everything: sixty-nine, anal; fucking in his bed, her bed, the living room couch, the shower. Susan even wanted to fuck on her husband's desk in the study but was afraid they'd mess everything up. Instead, when they fucked in her bed, she always made sure they fucked on Ted's side of the bed. It was the ultimate betrayal but the fucking bastard deserved it!
Susan was quickly becoming a changed woman. She was horny as hell, all the time now. All the years of lousy sex had made the forty year-old blond a spouting geyser, a faucet that just wouldn't shut itself off. Even when Donna called to inform her of how many black studs she screwed yesterday, Susan could only smirk. "If she only knew who I fucked yesterday!" Yes, life was good!
Then came the moment of truth. Ted sensed something was indeed going on, and it excited him like crazy, bringing back memories of his friend, James, royally fucking his mom, Sandy, all those years ago. (With no knowledge that his slut, whore-mom was doing ALL his friends!)
On this particular Saturday, Ted woke, showered, dressed and made a quick breakfast for himself, not wishing to disturb his still-sleeping wife. He left the house around nine, driving to work with a raging hard-on. By the time he got to the shop, Ted paced around nervously, waiting for the clock to strike ten. Then even more nervously, he closed, and headed for the parking lot and his car. Twenty minutes later he was home, sweating bullets. What might be going on, he wondered.
