Creampie

Douglas got out of his Mercedes, going to the door to the home he and Chelsie shared. It was hard, this fake obliviousness. When he rang the door bell, he could just imagine all the people watching with bated breath ... and voting.

"Welcome home, babe," Chelsie said, using her best porn acting. "Dinner is in bed tonight."

That was code for a creampie to eat, he knew. He walked, pretending to be oblivious, feeling like such a fake.

Chelsie reclined on the bed, coaxing her husband forward. He took his tie off, kneeling for her. He placed a kiss on the queen of spades tattoo. She swore before all the world that she got it because she was a big poker fan. And, playing the part, he had to pretend to be dumb enough to believe it.

His eyes flicked dully to the right as he started to eat her cum-filled cunt. Vote after vote for creampie. People calling him a dumbass. He closed his eyes, focusing instead on the pussy, his tongue slipping against the walls, the thick dollops of cream filled his belly.

She let him continue until she had a quiet, small orgasm. Douglas opened his eyes again.

"Wow, baby, you sure were wet today!" Douglas said.

"Well, duh, I was thinking about you!" Chelsie replied. And the crowds labeled him an idiot once more.