Julio and Pedro

In the final tryst of the night, Faith was bouncing up and down on Julio's large brown cock. Her thick thighs and heavy ass shuddered with each stroke, and the recliner struggled, creaking loudly as she road the pool boy.

Behind her was Pedro, Julio's cousin. She'd recognized him as a yardkeeper at Elizabeth's home, who ultimately wasn't up to the task. 5'4, with a wispy moustache and a beta's demeanor, he admittedly wasn't the man that Julio was. Faith had come to understand cuckoldry, and the difference between a man like Julio or Winston and a boy like Douglas. Normally it was the bull that was the interloper, a foreign presence to a marriage, a disruptor that led the wife to a new path. But here, it was Pedro that was the outsider, brought in by Julio for menial chores, like getting them both beer or water or towels. He was the help, quite literally. And his reward was this: watching Faith's monster ass bounce up and down Julio's thick prick.

She knew he was jerking off, hearing the telltale sign of fapping. He had a scrawny, slender, four inch dick, and after a few minutes, she felt a warm, thick trail of cum over her ass.

"Jesus, Pedro," Faith said, feigning a disgusted tone. "What a little pervert. Get down there and clean up your mess!"

She purred, feeling Pedro's adroit cum clean her, then dip into the thick crevice of her ass. Whatever Douglas was doing tonight couldn't compare to this.