Not Working Hard Enough

Ivy Ireland's been stepping out on her husband, Brock Kniles, for months now, spreading her legs for that ripped mechanic, Kris K, she bumped into at the auto shop down the block. What started as a quick oil change turned into her getting tuned up every damn week. Brock's the type who busts his ass at work but tunes out everything else, lost in endless hours of porn, pounding his pud until he's got nothing left but a limp string when Ivy crawls into bed hungry for it. But one morning, something clicks in Brock's thick skull. He fakes heading to the office, circles back through the shadows, and peeks through the curtains. There she is, his smoking-hot wife, yanking open the door for Kris, dropping to her knees, and swallowing that stud's massive rod like it's her last meal. Brock's gut twists—he can't tear his eyes from Kris's thick, veiny monster, a beast that dwarfs his own sad excuse for a dick. Kris has Ivy revved up, her hips bucking wild as he plows her from behind, her moans echoing off the walls like a siren's call. That's when Brock bursts in, face twisted in fury and awe. Ivy doesn't even flinch. She locks eyes with her husband over Kris's shoulder and snarls, 'Keep going, baby—don't you dare stop.' Then she turns on Brock, venom dripping: 'Look at your pathetic limp noodle, you worthless prick. This is how a real man fucks me, deep and hard, not your weak-ass dribble.' Brock stammers, red-faced and raging, but Ivy lays it out cold: Drop to your knees and join the fun, or grab your shit and hit the road. Brock's protests die fast. He can't look away from Ivy's curves jiggling under Kris's relentless thrusts, the kind of raw pounding he'll never deliver. His hand drifts down, wraps around his own twitching cock, and starts pumping slow. Ivy spots it, throws her head back in a wicked laugh. 'Getting off on this, huh? Watch and learn, cuck.' She stares him down, fierce and unyielding, and seals the deal—just like that, another beta bites the dust, hooked on the thrill of his own humiliation.