Bruce had to admit, once he'd gotten over the initial reluctance of seeing other men bang his wife to climax, he revelled in the act.
Taking the time to straddle her on the sofa while a man called Brian slapped his cock on her face, he suddenly felt a cold sweat on his neck.
He'd left the garden gate open!
Withdrawing, he ran naked through the hall into the kitchen. He moaned aloud as he saw a dozen zombies milling about, groaning at the lawn.
He'd never get the bastards out now. He looked under the sink for his shotgun.