Not Working Hard Enough

Ivy Ireland’s been stepping out on her hubby for months, riding a thick mechanic named Kris K she picked up at the shop. She’s been letting him service her just as regularly as he tuned her car. Brock, poor bastard, works his ass off and spends the rest she leaves him jerking to porn instead of giving her what she needs, so he’s usually soft when she wants it. One afternoon he smells something fishy, pretends to leave for the office, then creeps around back and catches his hot wife opening the door for Kris and dropping to her knees on the spot. The guy’s dick hangs halfway down his thigh—way bigger than Brock’s sad little cock. Ivy doesn’t miss a beat. She keeps slurping that monster right in front of her husband, and when he finally busts in shocked, she barely looks up. She tells Kris to keep pounding her deep, then tears into Brock about his useless dick and how a real man fucks. Brock can either drop to his knees and watch or grab his shit and leave. He stammers, but his eyes stay glued to Ivy getting railed the way he never could. Before long his own hand’s wrapped around his sad little cock, stroking while he watches. Ivy spots the hard-on, laughs in his face, and just like that another husband turns into a born-again cuck.