Eat their cake

You look at Natasha, still hard, still angry, and give her the only answer that feels true in the moment.

“If that is what you want, you can have it.”

You walk straight to Ruby, wrap a fist in her hair, and shove her face hard between Natasha’s open thighs. Ruby’s muffled sound of surprise is cut off as you press her mouth back against the wet cunt she had been working only minutes earlier.

“Stay there,” you tell her, voice low and rough. “You spent months lying to my wife, feeding her shit about Cheryl, turning her against me so you could get your tongue in her. This is what you wanted. So eat it. Properly. Make her cum on your face while I watch.”

You keep the grip tight, holding her in place, and free your cock with your other hand. The thick 8.5 inches springs out heavy and already leaking. You start stroking it in long, hard pulls while you force Ruby’s mouth to stay locked on Natasha.

“You deserve every second of this. Lying, calculating bitch. Using every competitive look and every late meeting to make yourself the hero. Look at you now. On your knees in my kitchen with your face buried in my wife’s cunt because I put you there. Keep licking. Keep fingering. You wanted her so badly you destroyed months of my marriage to get it. So finish what you started while I stroke this cock to the sight of it.”

Ruby’s athletic body stays where you put it. The wet sounds resume, louder now under the pressure of your hand. Natasha’s breath catches above her, a mix of shock and residual arousal she cannot quite hide. You keep jerking yourself in steady, angry strokes, fist working the full length while you hold Ruby’s head exactly where you want it, degrading her with every word and making her service the wife she manipulated to get.