Return of the Trumpwife

The Fragility of Innocence

Donald and Jeananne returned to the bedroom wearing bathrobes and fresh towels. Donald took a spare towel and whacked Jean's butt with it.
          "Donald!" Jean yipped. Don grinned. She couldn't help but smirk shyly. She unraveled her hair towel and lightly whipped Don back.
          "Weak," Donald scoffed. He whipped her thigh, and snapped it to strike her again. Jeananne took off giggling and Donald pursued her with his soft weapon back and forth across the bedroom. In that moment, a surge of adrenaline fired through the young woman, making her feel like a flighty deer being chased by a ravenous cougar; a feeling that oddly aroused her.

Jeananne threw herself onto the mattress and Donald immediately pounced on her, pinning her down into the soft sheets. He stared down into Jean's eyes, and she gazed up into his. She giggled, when Donald came down and locked his lips with hers.
When he drew back, Jeananne said, "You dirty old man," with a wide grin. She felt Donald's member hardening. Her heart thumped with desire.
           "I want you again," Donald whispered.
          "Take me, then," Jeananne whispered back.

The couple hastily removed their bathrobes. Donald pulled the young woman closer to the edge of the mattress by her legs and wasted no time in entering her, which caused a bit of pain unto Jeananne, who whimpered pitifully as he pounded her.

Barron Trump awoke in his bedroom and wearily got out of bed to use the bathroom. While trudging down the hall, he made out his father's grunting and Jeananne's whining, muffled behind a closed door. Curious, Barron approached the door to his parents' room and placed his hand on the doorknob.
          He opened the door.

Don and Jean rapidly neared orgasm. The young woman kicked with each wave of pleasure that rolled through her as Donald continued to pound her brutally.
          The couple were immersed in heavenly bliss, blinded by intense passion--and deaf to the faint noise of the bedroom door creaking open.
          "I'm cumming," Donald grunted through closed teeth. With a hard ejaculatory thrust, it was over. The couple moaned and panted, relishing the vigorous contentment.

Spent, Jeananne loosened and her head fell to the side, facing the door. Suddenly, she gasped and her eyes widened. Donald traced her gaze with his own eyes and was promptly startled. Standing in the doorway was Barron; eyes wide and mouth agape.
          Barron tried to talk, but he found himself strangled by his own confusion and horror. He couldn't register the sight of his father and stepmother naked and clearly engaged in something no young boy should bear witness to or even be aware of.

          Donald removed himself from Jeananne and the couple hurriedly slipped into their bathrobes.
          "Barron?" Jean said soothingly, tying her robe's sash. The boy, overwhelmed by his own fright and confusion, tore off down the hall.
          "Barron!" Donald and Jeananne called, and they both took off after him.