Cheating Wives

Given the wholesale, civilization-shattering fraud and deceit we see unfold around us on a daily basis, the marital infidelities portrayed in Cheating Wives are almost charmingly quaint by comparison. The question is, does this offering stay true to the viewers’ desires? Mostly, yes. Make no mistake, if you’re looking for hot women stretching their wedding vows along with their pussies, you’ll get more than your money’s worth. Those who demand variety in premise and setting from their stroke material, however, might feel like they’re being stepped out on. Lithe blonde Chanel Camryn is showering in her hotel room when the manager wanders in, setting off a spirited extramarital romp. Camryn treats it like a personal challenge to choke down as much of his towering ebony meat mast as humanly possible. Mr. Hotel Manager, for his part, works over her snatch with his fuckstick like it’s a pinata at a birthday party. So far, we’re off to a rousing start that will no doubt stir the snakes in viewers’ laps. Cut to the next scene, featuring stunning brunette Scarlett Alexis…and another hotel-manager scenario, which seems a tad redundant. Even so, when Alexis and her Smithsonian-worthy titties are involved, it’s difficult to complain, especially during her five-star cornholing. Dusky delight Maya Farrell and big-titted brunette Suttin likewise serve up intense fuck scenes. (Suttin, in particular, is blessed with a seemingly turbo-powered ass that could probably generate enough energy to sustain a small town.) Even so, they’re both—surprise—hotel settings. It’s an admittedly minor quibble, and hey, maybe Trivago had a deal that was too good to pass up. But the big appeal of infidelity is experiencing something out of the ordinary, and Cheating Wives’ failure to stray from the hotel room makes this a slightly lackluster affair. —P.D.R.