Don’t give approval

She has already long gone over the line that you hoped she would never cross without giving it a second thought, so for her to actually ask for your permission, it must be a big thing. And a big thing is something you are not prepared for, so you shake your head adamantly, no.

To your surprise, she didn't seem upset about it; she just gave you a soft smile before turning her attention back to Mr. Jones. "Don't worry about it, Honey; I think you will be able to say those words again soon. Let's just enjoy ourselves now."

Mr. Jones leans in and kisses your wife deeply and passionately. "Amy, I know I will eventually because the way you look at me can heal even the deepest of wounds. But for now, you're right. Let's enjoy ourselves in this moment."

Your wife moans, "That sounds amazing because I think I am ready to enjoy myself on your cock again."

You really don't want to watch this, so you cough. "Excuse me, but I think I have seen enough."

Amy looks over the shoulder of the man whose cock is impaled inside her pussy and at you. "Well then, driver, why don't you take us to our destination while we finish enjoying ourselves."

Driver... Really Driver. You went from having her call you 'lover' to 'Honey,' to your first name, to your last name, To a FUCKING JOB TITLE SO FAST! But arguing about it would mean you would have to see more of his cum dripping out of her. So you turn around and start driving down the road.

However, Amy did not get the memo about not telling you why you are driving because she made sure to moan every detail of what he was doing to her, and her foot was on your shoulder quite a few times. Somehow, her sandal and thong even ended up in your lap. But you never wanted to look back and see who because that meant you would have to face what 'that man' was doing to her. As it is, it infuriated you to listen to every detail of what he was doing. So, you ended up driving as fast as safely possible to the drop-off point.

Where Mr. Jones exclaimed, "Driver, and Amy clean up the back before you two drive off." Before he walked off into his offices, it was nice hearing him refer to her by her first name and not Honey, but there was still something off about it. Something that told you if you did follow his direction, there would be hell to pay for the both of you.

The back of the limo was a huge mess with a mix of dry and wet cum grounded deep into almost every leather surface there was. All Amy had to do was tell the truth, and you wouldn't be here cleaning up another cum that leaked out of her pussy out of expensive leather. For anyone wondering, it takes forever to it get one drop of dry cum out of expensive leather without damaging the leather.

After you finally manage to get the first drop Amy called out, "There another one two inches to your left." That spot is directly in front of your face, and you aren't blind, so you don't have to be told where to clean. So you glared up at her, but whether it was her soft, lovely face glancing up at you or the fact that she was working a cum stain herself, you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, and you cleaned the next spot without complaint.

After which she said, "John we did it on the floor to your left too." You didn't have to be told where they did it because Amy, and Mr. Jones made sure to describe in detail where they were doing it as they were doing it; thus, you know there isn't a place in this limo they didn't do it on the thirty-minute drive home. So once again, you glare at Amy, who is again glancing back at you. To your surprise, she had cleaned a hole two more spots than you. Feeling like you were not pulling your weight, you put your hands back down and moved cleanly to the spot on the floor.

After which, she said, "I know he didn't fuck me with his big cock to your left a few inches, but I think my wet pussy might have dripped some there."

That was it. You had enough, so you quickly turn and shout, "Amy!!!!" But before you could get out any more, you noticed that she had cleaned almost triple the area you have, and every inch of her area was cleaned better than you ever could. SHE WAS A MOTHER FUCKING CLEANING MACHINE, and it didn't feel right yelling at her when she was outworking you by so MUCH on every metric.

So you move to the left a few inches and start cleaning the spots there. But she interrupts you again, "John, Ethan's amazing big cock made me squirt a lot, and you missed every spot I made."

You scream, "Amy!" but from where her voice is coming, you know she is going over spots you missed. Out of fear of seeing even more of your failure (this time, you are failing at cleaning), you don't even bother looking towards her.

Amy voice sounded like it was getting closer as she said, "John he fucked me so hard I have never squirted so much in my life."

"Amy" To your surprise, you can feel her breath on the back of your neck as she says, "My cum is clear, so you got to lean in and smell to see if I came there." Out of nowhere, she shoves your head into a dry cum stain.

That was it! Being **** to listen to it was one thing; having it thrust in your face was utterly another thing, and her being better than you at cleaning wouldn’t save from the tongue-lashing you were about to give her.

However, when you turn around and see her dress and thong on the floor and her naked tits two inches from your face, there is a change in plans, and your body takes over.

She lets out a yep as you jump on top of her naked frame. "Oh yes, that's it, fuck me where he fucked me." It infuriates you to hear her talk about that man as your cock slipped wet swollen pussy. So you jam your cock into her as hard as you can, but that only makes her talk about her sex with him even more. "Oh John, I knew cleaning up his cum would make you want to fuck me; that's why I made sure to drip it all over the place while his massive cock was fucking me so hard."

You scream "Amy! as you jam your cock as deep as it can go, all the way until your hips make contact with hers, which only angers you more because you know that as at least a few centimeters on Mr. Jones's shaft left outside of her when she was completely full, and even in this state you are not big enough to fill her completely.

You wanted her to feel as twisted inside as you do, so enraged, you slam her into a chair as you cum inside her tight used pussy. But still, she moans, "Oh fuck baby, I know you can fuck me harder than this. Ethan did."

If she wasn't going to stop talking about her, at least you don't want to look her in the eyes as she talked. So you quickly spend her around and bend her over the back seat before you jam your cock back in her pussy from behind. "Oh, baby, I bet you there is a stain just under me from when he made me squirt when he fuck me just like this on the way here."

At this very moment, despite truly deeply loving her with all your heart, you would much rather hear her screaming in pain than listen to her say another word about Mr. Jones, so you reach forward and pull on her hair as firmly as you can. But instead of screaming, she moans, "Oh baby, how did you know I like my hair pulled when I am getting fuck. Were you listening when Ethan did it to me?"

You grumble, "REALLY, ETHAN DID THIS!" as you pull her hair with the full strength that your whole body can muster. And yes, screams, "YES, HE DID THAT. YES, BABY, PULL IT HARDER." As her head is pulled upwards

Your mind races. 'Harder, are you fucking kidding me? I can't pull any harder.' As she continues moaning, "Oh baby, the harder you pull, the tighter I get. Yeah, baby YEAH! And the tighter I get, the more I feel you!"

You try to think of anything Ethan might not have done so she will stop talking about him. As you scan her body, only one thing comes to mind. You quickly wiped your cock out of a more up two inches to her asshole.

Your skin crawls when you hear her moan, "Oh fuck baby, I have been waiting for you to take my ass just like Ethan."

What you didn't expect was as tight her asshole was, and you didn't even make it all the way in before cumming. And you came so hard that you became light header and collapsed backward.

The world spun around you as dysphoria fell onto you. The last thing you remember is hearing your wife say, "Congratulations, Honey, you made me cum once; if we keep up with this, you might be able to keep up with Ethan. Now why don't you just rest and I'll finish cleaning. You are horrible at cleaning anyway."