If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em

Caroline's in a killer dress, waiting around, and she's pissed. Joseph strolls in late again, some bullshit about the restaurant keeping him, but the second he leans in she smells it—another woman on his collar. A couple days later she's supposedly heading off for a girls' weekend. He kisses her goodbye. She drives off, parks a block away, and waits. When she slips back inside, the moans hit her before she even reaches the bedroom. Door opens. There he is, sitting way too close to Stella, some young thing half Caroline's age. He stammers out some crap about discussing shifts at the restaurant. Caroline isn't buying a word. She could storm out, or she could play this smarter. Caroline swallows hard, then tells them both to stay put. If Joseph's going to fuck around, she's going to be right there calling the shots. Clothes hit the floor. Caroline's hands are on Stella's big tits first, squeezing, rolling the nipples until the girl moans. Joseph watches, cock already out. Caroline pushes Stella onto her back and works two fingers straight into that tight pussy, pumping hard while Stella bucks and grabs at the sheets. Then she's on her knees between them, tongue flicking Stella's clit while Joseph slides into Caroline from behind, his hands on those heavy tits, the three of them moving like they've been doing it for years. Caroline sets the pace, owns every second, and by the end nobody's thinking about who started it—just how good it feels to all be in on it.