Not Working Hard Enough

Ivy Ireland's been stepping out on her clueless hubby Brock Kniles for months now, banging this smoking hot mechanic Kris K she met while getting her ride tuned up down the block. Before you know it, Kris is tuning her up too—regular as clockwork. Brock's the hardworking type, sure, but the poor sap's glued to his screen gooning out, jerking it nonstop until all he's got left for his wife is a limp, sad excuse for a dick. One day, though, Brock smells something fishy. He fakes heading to the office like always, then circles back stealth-style around the house. Bam—there's his hot-as-hell wife at the door, dropping to her knees and sucking off this stud right in the entryway. Brock's eyes bug out at Kris's monster cock, a total beast that dwarfs his own pathetic twig. Kris has Ivy revved up and roaring, pounding her like a pro, when Brock bursts in, jaw on the floor. Ivy? She barely skips a beat, waving him off while Kris keeps railing her senseless. She lays into Brock hard, mocking his floppy little noodle and spelling out how a real man's supposed to fuck her senseless. Brock's got two choices: drop to his knees and join the fun, or grab his shit and hit the road. He stammers and sputters, but damn if he can't peel his gaze off Ivy getting slammed like that—way harder than he could ever dream. Bit by bit, his hand sneaks down, wraps around his own stiffening cock, and he starts pumping away to the filthy show. Ivy spots it and cracks up, locking eyes with him mid-thrust. Boom—just like that, another eager cuck joins the club.