Greg is cooking up some hot dogs

You look over and see that in the time it took for you to fill his wife's stomach with cum, Greg has started up a grill and is almost done cooking some hot dogs for lunch. You stomach rumbles, reminding you that your belly is empty (unlike Melanie's).

You jog over to him and he hands you a hot dog and bun, which you tear into without a word.

"Hah, I thought you might be hungry," Greg says with a grin. "How about you, Honey? Want another wiener?" You almost **** on your hot dog as your head spins around to look at Melanie... But she doesn't seem bothered in the slightest.

"I'm feeling pretty full already... Maybe I'll take a half?"

"You want any mayonnaise on yours?" you ask, finishing your own hot dog. Even if they don't notice the dirty implication, you most certainly do.

"Mmm, I would love some," Melanie replies.

"Sorry Honey, I didn't pack any," Greg says apologetically.

"I'm sure I saw a packet somewhere," you continue. "Why don't you help me look?"

"Sure," she replies, her breasts and ass bouncing in her joke of a bikini as she jogs over to the bags. Once she's there she gets down on all fours, searching for the non-existent mayo. You quickly squat down beside her and start jerking off, the sight of her obscene body bringing you back to hardness in record time...

...And bringing you to orgasm almost as quickly. You let your cum land on Melanie's hot dog, coating the wiener with a modest amount. Once you're finished, you tuck your dick away and hold it out for her.

"Look, I found the mayo. Already put some on for you!"

"Nice, that was fast," Melanie replies happily.

"You have no idea."

You re-join Greg and Hannah to eat lunch together. As you watch Melanie out of the corner of your eye, she nibbles on her semen-covered hot dog without comment; why would she notice the taste of cum when she's already been swallowing it all day?