Not Working Hard Enough

Ivy Ireland’s been riding Kris K for months, meeting that cocky mechanic down at the shop and getting way more than her oil changed. While hubby Brock jerks himself raw in front of screens, Ivy is getting bent over real time by the guy who can actually get it up. Brock’s always half-soft from too many solo sessions, so Ivy’s barely getting crumbs at home. One morning he acts like he’s leaving for work, circles back, and catches Ivy yanking Kris inside by the belt. She drops right to her knees in the foyer and swallows that fat dick while Brock watches through the window, jaw hanging. He’s never seen anything that big, and he’s watching his wife moan around it like she used to never moan for him. When he barges in, Ivy just spits on the head and keeps stroking. She tells Kris to fuck her anyway, throws Brock a smirk, and starts shredding his ego for good—calls his cock a floppy shoelace, says this is what a real man feels like. Brock tries to sound tough for half a second, then his hand slips down on its own, squeezing the sad little tent in his pants. Ivy sees, laughs, locks eyes with him, and tells him to jerk or leave. Brock keeps tugging, eyes locked on his wife getting railed on the floor. Just like that, he’s gone from cheated husband to cuck.