"Yeeesssss, oh, Kevin! Cumming, I'm cuummiing!" Natalie's voice rippled through the dark of the house.

"Oh, sweetheart, here I cum, too. Goooodddd! Auuugghhh," His piercing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.

Liz arched up over the carpet in one final lurch, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing hole of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling asscheeks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and, still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the room, through the dining room, fortunately. Liz's fingers slithered wetly from her satiated cuntal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.

Reality came back to her with a sickening jolt once her passion was spent. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her disordered nightgown down over her sides and across her still erect nipples, almost tearing it. Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window. She stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment and then fell into bed. She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her thoughts or opinions until at last she fell into a deep but troubled sleep.