Sarah's Forbidden Yes

Roxanne stretched languidly across their king-sized bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp catching the generous curves of her thirty-four-year-old body. Full tits strained against the thin fabric of her nightie, nipples already half-hard from the way Grant’s eyes kept roaming over her. Her hips flared wide, ass plump and inviting as she rolled onto her side to face her husband. Grant, thirty-six and still lean from years of desk work tempered by weekend runs, looked nervous as hell. His cock was already thickening in his boxers just from watching her.

“I’ve been thinking about something for a long time,” he said, voice low and rough. “Something filthy. About you.”

Roxanne’s dark eyes widened. They’d been happily married for years, sex still hot and frequent, but this tone was different. “Tell me.”

Grant swallowed. “I want to watch you fuck another man. I want to see some guy’s thick cock stretching that tight cunt of yours while I stroke myself. I want to hear you moan for him, cream all over him, with me right there approving every second.”