Saturday Morning

I woke up Saturday morning and left the guest room around 8:00. I went into the kitchen to make some coffee. But down the hall I could hear the sounds of love coming from her bedroom. They both were moaning and making quite a rackect. I kind of smiled. Bob was fucking her good. I snuck down the hall as the door was open. When I looked in, my wife was kneeling on the side of the bed. Her face was in the matress andHer head was turned away from me. She was moaning and carrying on. She was definitely enjoying herself Bob was standing behind her driving it home. I stood and watched for a few minutes when Bob saw me he smiled and gave me a wink. It was then that my wife turned her head and she saw me in the doorway. She just gave me a cold serious stare, then turned her head away then went back to her pleasure.
Bob then looked at me and pointed down with his finger. He mouthed the words. "Come back. You can clean us later."
I went back to the kitchen and I listened to them for another 15 minutes. Then after some quiet time. My wife called for me. "We need you now!"
They had finished their part. It was now time for mine.