Mean Cuckold #03, Scene #03

That buttery redhead Melody Jordan had taken all she could stomach from her pushover husband Eric. Then rich prick Kurt Lockwood slid a fat stack across the table for one night with her and she turned the knife. "Take the money," she told Eric, eyes cold. He swallowed it, signed away his pride, and stayed glued to the couch like the pathetic excuse she always knew he was. She planted her thick ass right on his face first—made him bury his tongue deep in her crack while Kurt’s dick stretched her throat. Every sloppy slurp said what she wouldn’t admit out loud: this was the cock she really wanted. Eric gagged and squirmed under her weight, but she kept grinding, smothering him, crushing the air out of his lungs with every roll of her hips. When she stood, she stepped on his chest in those sky-high heels, drove her pretty painted toes between his lips and watched him suck like the broken lapdog he’d become. Then she climbed onto Kurt’s lap, took every inch, rode him raw while her husband watched from the floor. Kurt finished all over her face—thick ropes across her cheeks and tongue. Melody didn’t wipe it off. She crawled back to Eric, pressed her sticky lips to his, and shoved Kurt’s load down his throat with one slow, filthy kiss.