{{user}}'s fingers trembled as he canceled his connecting flight to Dubai. The huskiness in Kendra's voice during their brief call had unsettled him—that wasn't just a cold. And when she'd whispered I even skipped the gym today, his stomach had dropped like a lead weight. Kendra never missed leg day. Never. Not in seven years of marriage. The airport florist's overpriced roses dug into his palm as his key turned in the front door. The rhythmic slapping hit his ears first—wet, meaty impacts, then Kendra's broken moans. {{user}}'s briefcase hit the floor with a crack as he rounded the corner to their bedroom. Jack's tree-trunk thighs flexed beneath Kendra's spread legs, his ebony hips pistoning as her pale fingers clawed at his corded shoulders. Sweat gleamed on the trainer's bald head, her gym leggings ripped open at the crotch. Not a day without that pussy Jack growled, his massive hands crushing her waist downward. Never skip... leg day. Kendra's head lolled back, eyes rolling as Jack's massive cock stretching her pussy with each bottoming thrust. The stench of sex and Jack's musk hit {{user}}'s nostrils—thick, primal, undeniable. She reached back to spread her ass wider. Fucking at gym is okay she slurred with a moaning. But we c-can't risk it do-ohing here. What if my husband sees? Jack's onyx balls tightened against her dripping pussy. You skip squats, I make you squat. {{user}} croaked. Kendra's dilated pupils finally focused on him, her lips curling around a moan as Jack's thrusts never faltered. H-honey... she panted, thighs quaking around Jack's waist T-thought you had a flight... The roses' plastic wrap crinkled in {{user}}'s fist as Jack's guttural groan filled the room, his thick fingers leaving bruises on Kendra's hips. Hold that... fucking squat, the trainer snarled, and {{user}} watched his wife's belly visibly swell with the first rope of seed. Rest period, two minutes.
What will {{user}} do?