Karma has been cheating on her husband for years now. Constantly going out to meet men at hotels, motels, parking lots, offices, alleys, bar bathrooms, wherever. Anywhere she can get a cock crammed in her hungry slut box she goes. But dammit this woman is sick of it. Why the hell can’t she just fuck in her house. So today when her husband is going off to work to make the money to keep her happy and hopefully staying with him he is shocked to discover the large black man at the door. Who is this man, he asks his wife. That’s my lover, let him in, she says. Can you believe the nerve of Karma? She is going to have sex right in front of her husband. She is such a shameless hussy she doesn’t even care. Is this where their marriage has sunk to? The horrors. Poor Mr. Jover is forced to watch and towel off the sweaty big bald black man who pummels his wifes’ pink hole and stink hole. Oh the agony. The degradation. Why is he put through this hell. He works his ass off to give her everything in life. This house is costing him a mint. He has ulcers from paying the bills she rings up. Why wasn’t he born gay so he could have a partner who had least had a job. No. Mr. Jover’s lot in life is to be a cuck. So he sits there. Watching. Doing nothing. As another man pleasures himself on his wifes’ wet dripping cunt, gaping ass and drooling mouth.
