Her Dominant Streak

George figured Vicki was fucking around on him. He clocked out early, marched straight home, and sure enough found his wife putting Chad through the ringer, making the poor bastard crawl and beg while she rode his face. Pissed-off heat lit through George, but his cock stiffened faster than the rest of him. Vicki clocked the hard-on tenting his slacks and the corners of her mouth twisted like she’d just been handed dessert. When George told her flat-out he wanted the same treatment and he wanted it now, Vicki lit up like the wicked, feral queen she suddenly felt she was. She stripped him, pushed him chest-down beside Chad, and went to work on both men with one hand in each of them, her laugh curling filthy and satisfied while she fed on the power trip. George took her order and took her strap, hips jerking, face flushed, and every moaned "thank you, baby" made Vicki clamp down harder on both boys until they were nothing but smooth, writhing flesh on her mattress.