CALLUM'S POV
Don was really going hard at my wife's mouth, tongue f*****g her throat. Her heavy t**s bounced out of control in her dress, every time he shoved his tongue harder.
With the way he kissed, I bet he f****d hard. He would leave her p***y aching for weeks.
Mira made greedy little sounds. It was as if she was in another timeline, forgetting that this was her matrimonial home and not some cheap brothel.
Gerald whisper screamed. "Holy shit....."
I turned around, and slapped my hand over his mouth before they noticed and shoved him back into the kitchen.
"Sshhhhhh!! Not a f*****g sound." I hissed.
Back in the kitchen, my heart was hammering in my chest. I started crashing dry plates, turning on the kitchen sink on full blast to create noise.
I wanted them to rip their
