The sight of her lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing every drop, is a humiliation I can’t escape. Her smirk, the cum dripping down her chin—it’s a fucking masterpiece of degradation. I’m the cuckold, the pathetic husband who gets off on watching his wife become a cum slut for another man. Her perky tits heave as she takes him deep, her hand gripping his shaft like she owns it. I’m just the audience, forced to watch as she gets what she needs, what I can’t give her.
The Taste of Betrayal
Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I know she’s thinking of me. Not with love, but with a twisted sense of victory. She’s the hotwife, the queen of this fucking bedroom, and I’m her loyal subject, forced to worship at the altar of her infidelity. The man behind her, his cock still hard, is her conqueror, her king. And I’m left with the bitter taste of betrayal, the sweet scent of her perfume, and the haunting image of her swallowing his load.

Not long if the was black.
I wouldn't get that far. I'd spurt before she was half done