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The drive home is quiet, with Bob's hands firmly on the wheel. His jaw is clenched tight as the highway lights pass him by one at a time like a hypnotic pattern of judging eyes.

Bertha sits with her hands firmly clasped at her purse, her eyes down at the dashboard, as quiet as her husband. All this time, she harbored resentment for herself for cheating on Bob when things were much stranger.

"So,"

They both speak at once but pull back.

"I just,"

"No, you first."

Bob clears his throat. "How are you feeling?"

"Me?" Bertha gasps, her hand clutching her chest. "I felt like my world is crumbling apart. I found out you also pulled a cornerstone out while crumbling! Bob, what is this? What did we do?"

She continues, "We... cheated on each other with our hot next-door neighbor? I... I never thought you were gay and--"

"Now, hold on a minute!' he says, turning off the exit. "Ain't no one said I was gay."

"Were you on the bottom?"

"What?"

"How'd it go?"

He beats his thumbs on the wheel, pulling off to a gas station and parking in the darkest corner. Pulling his keys out, he looks at her. "You tell me first."

"What?"

"How'd it go with him? What'd you do? How'd it feel?"

Bertha opened her mouth and closed it, gulping like a fish. "It was... It was primal--animalistic, like nothing I ever had before. You?"

He squeezes the wheel, thumping his hoof on the floor. "Damn it all, Bertha! That man made me realize things about myself I never knew before!"

"Such as?"

He snorts. "Fuck, you want a story?"

She places a hand on his thigh, sliding it upward. "I'll go into detail, if you will."

His pants ache as she strokes his leg, and snorting, he turns and grumbles, "The bedroom, that's where we'll discuss things."

"The kids will be home."

He narrows his eyes. "Fine, Makeout Point it is."

--

The truck shakes and wobbles, creaking with a metallic groan under the weight of two bodies. The bed is the perfect spot for a couple lovers to find their place among the stars. Bob sits up, his shirt unbuttoned, his belt unbuckled. While he's still a strong man, he has a bit of a gut at his age that flops out when freed. Underneath, his dick is as stiff and tall as it always had been, even on their first high school foray at Makeout Point.

Bertha lays under him, her dress hitched up and bunched down, wrapping around her stomach and letting her tits lay flat against her body. She spreads her legs, her hands running up to her hair, hefting her hips forward.

Bob leans in, picking her up by her butt, sliding his cock against her wanting pussy. "There... there ain't nothing like you, dear," Bob says as he leans in, pressing his mouth to hers.

Bertha returns the kiss, gripping his horns, her soft moo rising from their throats. When they pull back, he pushes inside her, and she lets out a loud, gasping groan.

"Can't believe," he grunts, pushing into her, feeling her wrap around her, "That you fucked... in our backyard!" He says. "And you... ate the lawn?"

"I... ah... I was a cow... in a field... han... and you?"

He snickers, rolling his shirt off his shoulders, grabbing her by the back of the head, and pulling her in for another kiss, their bodies pressed together. "Fuck... it was... surreal, but it felt good. Not as good as real pussy, though. From the best gal ever."

She wraps her legs around him. "I want my baby to be yours, Bob. Obliterate his sperm!"

"But, the doctor"

"Fuck the doctor!"

"I don't find him hot."

"Shut up, you!"

He presses his tongue to her neck. She turns and tilts herself to let him taste her salty hide, shuddering as he holds her close, squishing them together.

Their heartbeats are as one. Two lovers together through thick and thin, opening up to one another in ways that neither of them would ever expect before.

"W-what do you wanna, mmmngh, do about him?" Bob says.

"H... nggh..?" Bertha moans, biting her lip, holding his horns. She thrusts, riding that pole on top of her, sliding it deeper and deeper into her.

"Gah, fuck!" He grabs the rim of his truck, shaking his head. "I much... mean... s-should we, nngh, do like a, gah! Three-way?"

"A... and I thought our first three-way would involve a lady."

"That's an option!?"

She responds with another kiss, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth. He rolls his eyes back beneath his messy mop of hair and picks her up, sitting tall and strong as he lets her ride on her. The truck bends and creaks under their weight, their manic thrusts filling the night sky.

And Bob's cock is so familiar and so solid and sturdy. And Bertha's pussy is like a return to home, made just for him, letting him slide in and out quickly while still gripping him tightly. The two can go at it with abandon while retaining their senses, remaining who they are, and not letting anything bother them.

Warm hotness spreads deep inside her as it exits him, making the male groan and fall back against the bed, sprawled out, while she tilts her head back and lets the rays of the moon bathe her in some glorious ritual.

It's magical, magic that neither had let themselves think about for a long, long time.

And she realizes that they both have their new neighbor to thank for this experience.

"I think," she says, "we should talk to Cody," she says, sitting on top of Bob, rubbing his chest.

"Fuck... if this ain't a dream come true," he says.

"You still have to give me every lurid detail.

He groans and thumps his head on the bed. "Fine, fine! Damn it, woman!" he laughs, a complete, belly-jiggling laugh he had been holding in.