Yes

John blurted out in full tears, "Jennifer, ENOUGH! Don't even try to explain. We both know I love you too much ever to leave you. So, Steve, you win; do what you are here to do!"

"Just please save her father. "John added. In the end, this hurt; it hurt a lot.

Steve smirked, "Consider it done, Johhny."

John collapsed back into a front-row chair, allowing Steve to shift his attention back towards Jennifer. "Now, girl, why don't you get that fine ass over here." He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her right in front of John.

For the first time since she entered the changing room, John lays eyes on his wife. His eyes scanned her body from top to bottom. Sense becoming poor, she has stopped placing effort in her looks; however, what was before him was the old pre-poor Jennifer look. Her hair hung perfectly off her head, with a little bit of her hair wrapped around her ear. Her eyeliner and red lipstick looked like they were done by a professional, which was a beautiful sight. She loved wearing makeup but has yet to wear any since losing her job.

She wore a choker around her long neck, with an empty metallic tag attached to leather straps that tightly wrapped around her neck. Below that is where things got interesting. She wore a black latex corset with red trim that gave her tits lift, not that she needed any, but did not cover them.

She wore a matching black latex split thong that left her pussy and ass completely exposed for bottoms. Her high heels clicked on the floor as she walked proudly on the stage she once owned. Steve smiles as her hand slides over the metal bar. "You remember this rod, don't you. Why don't you give it a twirl." Steve used the play of words as he also brushed the large pump in his pants. Jennifer obeys his command and twirls gracefully around the pole twice.

She almost glowed with skillful pride as she did such. To John, it was as if a talented ballerina finally got back on Broadway after years of being off. That was when John realized that this was like a show to which he had a front-row seat, closer than he had been in a while, but he wasn't the target of the show.

After her second trip around the pole, Steve walked up behind her and placed his hands on her latex-covered hips." see, I told you, are a natural up here. You're so talented; it was such a waste when you left. Your place is here and in my arms." before giving her ear a slight nipple.

"Keep dreaming, you fucking creep!" Jennifer snapped at her former boss as his hands roamed over her velvet-smooth skin.

Despite trying to sound tough, her body told a different story.

Steve's left hand raised up and started playing with her perky breast while his right lowered and played with her pussy folds. "Just look how wet you are," he taunted as her knees weakened, and she found herself quickly and quietly leaning back into his strong embrace. He moved his hand around her waist, holding her in place while his other hand unzipped his pants.

"Aw, come on, you know you want it," Steve taunted her as his cock flopped out and poked between her legs. His cock was fucking huge. Even from behind her, what drove out from her legs was more prolonged than John's, leaving him feeling wholly inadequate.

How could he compete with that monster? This wealthier, taller, better-looking man with a more enormous cock? How had he ever competed?

Jennifer could see the pain in John's eyes and wanted to say something, something that would make that pain go away, but there was nothing, and even if there was, she doubted her body would let her.

Her heart belonged to John; there was no doubt about that, but not her body, not after not getting fucked for six months; girls have needs.

Jennifer's body was like butter in Steve's arms. Just having Steve's veiny shaft resting on her wet fertile, deprived pussy lips was enough to make her lose her mind. She felt close to orgasm, just feeling Steve's powerful body behind her, feeling his big cock between her legs.

Using his strong arms, Steve spun her around and **** her to her knees in front of her, causing his cock to hit her across the face. John noticed how small her face looked with that big cock against it.

Jennifer was a short woman, maybe 5'2" at absolute tallest, and that cock looked like it was a foot long and as wide as a coke can. Fucking hell, it was huge.

Jennifer instantly knew what was expected of her and began to lick up and down his shaft. Her tongue traced every inch of it, which took a while. She spent a few moments licking and sucking on the largest set of balls John had ever seen, squeezing them into her mouth and sucking on them hard.

Steve pulled her away from his balls and lined his big cock with her mouth, and Jennifer opened her mouth wide; her husband noticed she had her tongue extended out. She quickly started to bob her head up and down over her former boss's cock head.

Jennifer had both hands on it, working both with her mouth; it was a lot of cock to work on. As she did so, she started to take more and more of it into her mouth, more than would fit, John knew what she was going to try to do, but there was no way with this monster cock. John wasn't small, and she could deep-throat him, but not this.

But Steve changed his position and started pushing it deeper into her mouth, and John watched in amazement as his wife's throat bulged and as she took this massive cock all the way down to the balls. Fuck, this wasn't the first time this happened; John now knew why she didn't have any problems with his.

John watched helplessly as drool dripped from his wife's chin and landed on her exposed breast. Jennifer's moans and gags endlessly rung in his ears. After what seemed forever, Steve grabbed Jennifer by her tits, causing her to moan, and then stopped fucking her throat and slowly pulled his massive cock out of her.

Jennifer reached for Steve's cock with her mouth as he pulled it away from her. John could not help but notice that her complaint was that she wanted to keep sucking it, to have it buried in her throat.

Jennifer looked Steve in his eyes, "But you haven't cum yet."

Steve quickly spun her back around and **** her onto all fours. "The first load goes where it can do the most work." He taunted her as he rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy. John is right now in front of her, but since the moment her eyes fell on Steve's cock, it became her whole world. She was lost in a world she hadn't been in for months and with a cock that her body had missed quite a lot.

Jennifer did not even see her husband right in front of her in her blank stare. When Steve **** his cock inside her, she looked happier than John had ever seen her. In all the time he has been with her, even when they got married, he has never seen her face look this happy. It was pure joy and elation; she looked orgasmic.

Whenever Jennifer and John made love, it was always slow. John would take his time, mainly because that's what he thought she wanted and also because if he rushed, he would only last five seconds. He had never thought he would be with a woman as beautiful as Jennifer, and it caused him to struggle with staying power.

However, Steve was the complete opposite; he pumped her pussy hard and fast. Each thrust rocked her whole body; John saw his wife's face full of lust, watched her large breasts sway back and forth, and saw Steve's powerful hands on her ass, bouncing and shaking as he pounded away on another man's wife.

Steve looked at John, "See Johnny… this is how a real man fucks Jennifer." Jennifer wanted to curse him out, but she could only moan out in pleasure. "You should be doing this to her, but you can't, can you? A beautiful whore wife like this? A professional cock sucker, and you can't get it hard to put it in her, can you, Johnny?"

John sank in his seat; Steve was right; he had not been performing for her. But he was hard right then; John had become aroused watching his wife fuck another man. Fuck all that shit, Fucking damn it! John squirmed in his seat, and Steve noticed.

John had a ten-inch cock; he wasn't small, and there was no hiding his erection from anyone.

Steve pounded away, holding Jennifer's hips and pounding her hard and fast. "That's it, Baby, moan for me… Call me that name you call me; tell me what you want to do to you."

Jennifer replied, "No, please, no." She shut her eyes and tried to focus, to regain her senses.

Steve replied in a forceful tone, fucking her harder than ever. "Yes, you do. I know you do. You have already come twice, haven't you? Look at your husband; his cock is hard. But not for you, not to fuck you, because he is watching me fuck you. You got off right!"

Jennifer struggles to speak, grunting her answer, "Yes… yes, I have..."

"You want my cock don't you, Jennifer; you want it more than John's, right! He does, too; he wants to watch me take you, you know that, don't you?"

Jennifer didn't answer; she bit her lip and held her tongue. She didn't want to hurt her husband more than she already had.

Steve slowed to a stop and gave Jennifer's beautiful muscular ass a smack. "Tell me you want this, tell me the truth, or you can say goodbye to this cock and your dad simultaneously."

"Yes, I want you, Steve..." Jennifer said in a guttural, primal tone.

"Please fuck me, Steve, I want you." She said as her former boss started fucking her again; John's ears were now full of the sound of skin slapping skin and his wife's loud moans.

"I want you more than John," she was ashamed to say this, but it was true. It had been for a while. John was the better man; she loved him, but Steve was the better man in very different ways. Ways she needed right now.

Steve "THAN SAY IT! SAY IT YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

Jennifer screams as they orgasmed together, "DADDY BREED ME!" Steve held himself deep inside her as they both shook, as he filled John's wife with his cum.

Once they were finished, she collapsed onto something soft. It took several long seconds for her to realize that, much to her horror, she had landed on her husband's lap with her cum filled pussy still on the stage at an awkward angle.