And then it happened. As he pulled up to the tip of his prick one more time, his body suddenly shuddered, and with a loud bellow that penetrated the walls of the room, he shoved his fucker fiercely into his wife's cunt.

"Yes!" Sally screamed as a shattering orgasm sliced through her body. She slid down the wall, scraping her tits, belly and thighs against it as she collapsed in a heap onto the floor.

She was weak from all the orgasms she had had. Her ears were ringing, and the room was out of focus. She could hear her own rasping breaths, feel her heart pounding in her chest.

And then she heard something else. At first, she thought it was her imagination – a slight shuffling of feet; a muffled giggle. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing and ease the ringing in her ears. But she heard the giggling again.

Goose bumps climbed up her back. She reached for her blouse and held it against her tits, and then slowly, slowly, she turned to look behind her.

Her little son and daughter were standing near the door, staring at her, lewd smiles on their faces.

CHAPTER TWO

Sally poured herself a cup of tea. She had been feeling shaky since yesterday afternoon, when the children had discovered her in Room 120, spying on the couple next door while she finger-fucked herself.

She had ordered them to leave the room and to wait in the motel office. Then she'd somehow managed to fumble back into her clothes and go out to meet them. They had been whispering to each other when she walked in, and it had made her very nervous.