Well, someone is successful.

The door was unlocked. Mike wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. He could hear sounds on the other side... skin slapping, moaning... He opened the door and saw his beautiful wife—

—covered in cum and being rammed from behind by his boss. She seemed to be in a daze; it was like she didn't even notice him!

"Oh my god, daddy, your cock is so fucking good!" Jemma moaned. Rick turned her head to his as they greedily kissed.

"I've filled up that womb of yours quite a bit, haven't I, kitten?" Rick laughed as he gave her a slap on the ass. Jemma continued to buck her hips against him, **** for more.

Jemma responded with a flighty giggle, "that just means you might have gotten me pregnant! I can't wait to have our kids!"

"What the hell is going on?" Mike shouted out. His fists were closed tight. Boss or not, he was going to take care of this guy.

Jemma looked over at Mike, puzzled. "Why are you so mad? I'm just enjoying my honeymoon."

"It's supposed to be our honeymoon," he shot back. He couldn't believe they were still fucking in front of him! What the hell was wrong with her?

"Well, now it's our—" she motioned to Rick and herself "—honeymoon. Face it, Mike. You're good for, like, emotional support and stuff, but Daddy knows how to make me feel like a real woman. He can take care of me in ways that you never could. You either need to be okay with that or you can leave."

This came out of nowhere for him! When did she get with Rick? How long had this been going on? A loud cry pulled his attention back to the pair as she came on his boss's cock. "Good girl, Jemma. I can't wait to knock you up.