Hot in the kitchen

Even before I reached the bottom of the stairs, I knew something was off. I could hear voices drifting from the kitchen, muffled at first but growing clearer as I crept along the hall

"... damn Tina, what the hell has gotten into you?" I heard an all too familiar voice groan, "Not that I'm complaining, but god-damn, this is fucking hot!"

With my heart hammering in my chest, I peaked around the door frame, almost screaming at what I saw there.

My sweet, loving wife bent over the kitchen counter, skirt hitched up over her waist and tits spilling out of her unbuttoned blouse, while the current occupant of my body fucked her hard from behind.

"He-he," she giggled in response to my double's question, "What's gotten into me? That's other than you, you mean? Would you believe me if I told you..."

Whatever she'd been was lost in a full throated moan. My body's hands tangled in her blonde hair, pulling her head up as he pounded into her.

"Tell me later" he grunted, "So close, need to finish..."

"Oh! Oh, fuck yes!" Tina gasped desperately clinging to the counter for support, "That's... Oh God, soo good. I never knew, how could I..."

Her babbling trailed off into incoherent moans of pleasure as she came on his pumping cock.

White-hot jealous fury flashed through me. How dare this interloper do this, take advantage of my sweet darling like that. I'll fucking kill him. I'll... Oh, who was I kidding, as much as I'd love to beat my cuckolding copy's ass my daughter's body was clearly not up to the job. I'd probably get two steps then I'd be fucked, maybe literally...