Barry watched, eyes wide, panting as he stroked himself to the show -- his flushed wife, dripping and trembling, fucking herself stupid on a cock he couldn't compete with. And he loved it.

She came hard.

Her body arched, shuddering, her breath catching as her orgasm ripped through her like a wave. Her thighs clenched around the toy. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as she came on something too big for her husband to give her.

Moments later, Barry groaned behind her, his own release quick and needy -- spilling across his stomach as he slumped back into the couch.

Zoe curled beside him a few minutes...