Every one of that husband stealing whore’s moans reminded her of the screams and squeals in the meat plant. Every room shaking thrust from her husband and his new fuckslut brought Monica closer to climax.

As Kevin brought Tracey to an ear shattering multi orgasm, he also unwittingly made his wife cum in the next room over. In her mind, Tracey and her were dying over the hot coals, spasming and cumming as they expired. The fantasy was so strong given the recent events that she gave herself into it entirely.

Monica collapsed in a sweaty, sticky mess, already getting drowsy. Just before she drifted off to sleep, the best idea she’d ever had hit her.

Monica now knew exactly how she was going to solve her problem. Kevin would need to make space on the Living room wall for a new trophy.