Hubby couldn’t believe what he was hearing

His hot little wife has such a nasty mouth

Mark's hands trembled on the steering wheel as he pulled into the driveway earlier than usual, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the neatly trimmed lawn. He'd been let go from work a bit ahead of schedule, a rare mercy in his dead-end job that required more paperwork than physical effort. At 35, with his soft belly and narrow shoulders, Mark had always relied on services like Jake's for the yard work— the 17-year-old neighbor kid who handled the mowing, the heavy lifting, all those 'manly' tasks Mark's body just couldn't manage without straining. Jake was built like a young athlete, broad and confident, the kind of guy who turned heads without trying.
Inside the house, the air hummed with unfamiliar sounds: rhythmic thuds, muffled gasps, and a faint, rhythmic cooing from their seven-month-old son, Ethan. Mark's heart skipped as he eased the front door open, slipping off his shoes to avoid noise. The living room led straight to the nursery, and that's where the sounds grew louder—wet slaps of skin on skin, Lisa's voice rising in breathy pleas that twisted his gut with a mix of dread and unwelcome heat.
Peeking through the half-open door, Mark froze. There was his wife, Lisa—petite, with her golden hair cascading in loose waves, blue eyes sparkling with wicked delight—bent over the crib in a way that made his throat dry. She wore sheer black lace that hugged her curves like a second skin: a teddy that plunged low between her small, perky breasts, garters clipping to thigh-high stockings, and red stilettos that arched her back provocatively. It was the kind of outfit she'd always shot down for him, calling it 'too much effort' or 'not our style.' But now, she was grinding back against Jake, the boy's strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind, his jeans pooled at his ankles, shirt discarded to reveal a toned, sweat-glistened torso.
Jake's face was a mask of focused intensity, his youthful vigor driving deep, powerful strokes that made Lisa's body jolt forward with each impact. She leaned over the crib's railing, her fingers white-knuckled on the wood, grinning down at little Ethan, who babbled innocently, tiny fists waving as if cheering the scene. The baby's soft gurgles mixed with Lisa's moans, creating a surreal symphony that rooted Mark in place.
'Yes, Jake, harder!' Lisa gasped, her voice husky and commanding, pushing back to meet his rhythm. 'Knock me up, baby. Give me a real man's child—one I can be proud of. Not like... not like this.' She glanced at Ethan with a cruel smirk, her hips circling as Jake's thick length stretched her visibly, the lace teddy pushed aside to expose her slick folds. 'A strong baby, with your genes. Pound it into me—make me swell with something worthy.'
Mark's breath caught, his slacks tightening painfully around his modest bulge. He couldn't tear his eyes away, the humiliation burning through him like fire. Lisa's words echoed in his ears, vile and intoxicating, as he fumbled with his zipper, freeing his small, twitching cock. It was nothing compared to the boy's—barely four inches, thin and eager— but his hand wrapped around it anyway, stroking furtively in the shadows of the hallway. The sight of her, so wanton and alive, denied to him but given freely to this kid, stirred a shameful ache deep in his core.
Leaning further over the crib, Lisa's breasts swayed with the force of Jake's thrusts, nearly brushing Ethan's blanket. She cooed mockingly at the infant, her grin sharpening into something feral. 'Oh, sweet Ethan, Mommy's getting what she really wants. Jake's going to put a baby in me—one I'll love more than you. I'll dote on it, show it off to everyone, be the perfect mother. You? You're just... a reminder of Daddy's failure.' The baby gurgled happily, oblivious, as Lisa's body shuddered, her walls clenching around Jake's relentless drive.
Mark's strokes quickened, pre-cum slicking his palm, the degradation hitting him like a wave. Hearing her trash-talk their own son, reducing the innocent life they'd created together to nothing, it should have shattered him—but instead, it fueled the twisted fire in his veins. His little shaft throbbed, on the edge already, as Jake growled low, his pace brutalizing Lisa's core.
Then, her eyes flicked to the door, locking onto Mark's hidden form. A triumphant laugh bubbled from her lips, even as she moaned from another deep plunge. 'Look at you, spying like a pathetic voyeur. Come in here, Mark. Watch up close while a real stud breeds your wife.' She beckoned with a curl of her finger, never breaking her grind against Jake, who glanced over with a smug grin, not missing a beat.
Mark stumbled forward, pants around his thighs, hand still pumping his inadequate length. Up close, the scent of their arousal hit him—musky, primal—mingling with baby powder from the nursery. Lisa's face was flushed, lips parted in ecstasy, as she reached down to trail a finger along Ethan's cheek. 'See this, little one? Mommy's getting a better baby. You're worthless, Ethan—just like your father. I'd starve you in a heartbeat for Jake's precious gift. Feed you scraps while I nurse his strong boy.' To punctuate her words, she pursed her lips and let a long, glistening string of spit drip onto the baby's tiny face, watching it trail down his cheek as he blinked in confusion, then giggled at the sensation.
The act was so depraved, so utterly crossing every line, that Mark's knees buckled. He dropped to the carpet beside the crib, stroking furiously now, eyes wide on the union of Jake's hips slamming into Lisa's ass. The boy was close, grunting with effort, his balls tightening as he buried himself to the hilt. 'Take it all, Lisa—gonna fill you up good,' Jake rasped, hands digging into her flesh.
'Yes! Breed me, Jake—give me your superior seed!' Lisa cried, arching back, her heels scraping the floor. She locked eyes with Mark, voice dripping venom and lust. 'Watch, cuck. This is how a real man claims what's his. Your dribbles mean nothing.'
As Jake roared his release, hips jerking erratically, flooding her depths with hot, potent spurts, Mark shattered. His orgasm was a pathetic whimper, thin ropes of cum splattering uselessly onto the carpet, pooling at his feet while Lisa's body quivered in bliss, milking every drop from her young lover. She collapsed forward slightly, panting, then straightened with a satisfied sigh, Jake still sheathed inside her as excess seed trickled down her thigh.
Turning to Mark with a predatory smile, Lisa wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. 'Clean up your mess, hubby. And get used to this—Jake's moving in. Ethan's got competition now.' The baby cooed once more, the room thick with the aftermath of betrayal and forbidden ecstasy