Big Titty Wife Gives Ultimatum… Watch Me Fuck Or Get Divorced You Decide

In the sweltering heat of an Atlanta summer, Jenna Stone lounged by the pool of her lavish suburban home, watching in disgust as her husband, Chad, shamelessly ogled the nubile twenty-somethings prancing around the community’s pool in their skimpy bikinis. Jenna was still an attractive woman in her 40s, with fiery red hair cascading down her back and an hourglass figure that could rival any of the young tartlets – yet Chad barely seemed to notice her anymore.

Jenna’s plump, bee-stung lips curled into a scowl beneath her designer sunglasses. Her ample breasts, barely contained by a plunging black bikini top, rose and fell angrily with each indignant huff. For years now, Jenna had been Chad’s doting trophy wife, enduring his lecherous affairs and wandering eye, all the while keeping up appearances in their tight-knit social circle of doctors, lawyers, and condemners of any hint of marital infidelity.

But as another gold-digger in a Hooters girl knockoff flashed her barely-legal cleavage at Chad, Jenna reached her breaking point. With a loud screech of her patio chair, she stormed into the house, leaving a trail of tropical-scented body spray in her wake. Time to put the deceitful so-and-so in his place.

Inside, Jenna stripped off her bikini, rinsed the chlorine from her glowing skin, and scrubbed herself clean of her husband’s infidelity. After toweling off, she strutted nude into her cavernous walk-in closet, hips swaying. Her crimson hair bounced with each powerful step.

Casually, she perused the racks of expensive, barely-there lingerie. Jenna was determined to remind Chad who the real prize was. She picked out a sheer black teddy, its cups straining to contain her large breasts, and a microscopic thong. Slipping into the temptress outfit, she surveyed herself in a full-length mirror, admiring how it highlighted her most alluring attributes.

For the coup de grace, Jenna coated her lips in a vampish blood-red gloss and outlined her smoky eyes with kohl. A spritz of perfume at her pulse points and the naughty look was complete. She was ready to blow the pent-up frustration and resentment out of her husband in one scalding bedroom confrontation.

Jenna sauntered into the bedroom their decorator had called “masculine and classy” – dark wood, leather, gunmetal accents. The room neglected her input entirely. Another power trip of Chad’s. Well, it was time to make this room reek of HER power!

Flouncing onto the bed, Jenna waited for her husband, her long legs stretching invitingly across the red silk sheets. When Chad finally stumbled in, no doubt flustered by how aggressively she’d left him, Jenna simply raised an eyebrow at him over the top of her sunglasses, her signature bombshell look.

“What do you think you’re doing, Chaddy?” Jenna purred, aware of how nemesis it sounded when she shortened his name. “Staring at those young tarts while your hot little wife sits here primed and ready? You’re pathetic.”

Chad opened his mouth to protest, but Jenna pinned him with a look as sharp as the knives she kept in her designer kitchen. “We’re going to have an ultimatum, darling,” she continued, her tongue flicking across her pouty lips. “The only threesome this bedroom is seeing from now on will star me…”

At that, Jenna crooked her fingers and beckoned her bewildered husband closer to the bed, a wicked smile playing on her crimson lips. “And if not…” she mused, rising languidly onto her knees and crawl toward him. “The divorce papers will be on the counter by morning.”

Jenna reached for the button of Chad’s swimming trunks – Was it her imagination or had he gotten smaller? memory fading with each confident tug – determined to seal the deal, so to speak. She looked into his eyes over the glasses, and once more crooked her finger, titanium and diamond encircled.

She was done kowtowing. From now on, the bedrock of their thirteen-year union would be sizzling, commanding and worth fighting over. Chad just had to decide – was the woman a better view than the lifeguards in her bikini?

Jenna’s triumphant smile was a slash of red as she signaled Chad to join her, even knowing he could resist nothing. This was going to be a night that he would never forget.
What happened next? Well, I’m sure you’ll paint a vivid picture. It’s in your hands!