Bi-Sexually Active - Scene 1

Penelope smells bullshit in the air. Hubby's been acting like a fridge on legs, cold shoulders and one-word answers for weeks now. She's positive he's banging some other woman. Happens every morning like clockwork—she chews her toast like it's the problem and wonders who the hell he stuck his cock in. This particular morning she flat-out asks over the eggs: 'Who is she and why the sudden freeze?' Guy almost chokes, then laughs this weird, nervous laugh. Turns out she's barking up the wrong pussy. It's a guy from work. He let his buddy flop out his dick in the supply closet and got on his knees like a choir boy. Jaw hits the floor. Is her man sucking cock on the side now? Nope. She wants proof. Tells him to phone the guy right there, demands he come over for dinner and a show. That night the buddy shows, all edge-of-his-seat nerves, but her husband just sinks down without hesitation. Gets two hands around that thick cock and swallows him down deep, bobbing fast like he’s been practicing. Sloppy noises, lips stretched, eyes half-lidded. That's when she feels the heat pool between her thighs. Here she thought cheating meant stealing what belonged to her—turns out she was just left off the invite. So she peels her clothes, drops to her knees, and tells them both to feed her.