Wife's Willing Bull: Hubby Cheers Her On

Sarah's laughter echoed through their cozy living room, the kind of throaty, flirtatious giggle that always made Mark's cock twitch. At 34, she was a vision—curvy hips swaying in a skimpy red sundress that hugged her full D-cup tits and barely contained her plump ass. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back, and those green eyes sparkled with mischief as she poured whiskey neat for their guest. Mark, her husband of eight years, lounged on the barstool at their home bar, his lean runner's build tense with excitement. At 36, he wasn't jealous; he was rock-hard, his dick straining against his jeans as he watched his wife eye-fuck Jake.

Jake was Mark's gym buddy, a 32-year-old beast of a man—6'4" of chiseled muscle, broad shoulders tapering to a ripped V-torso, and thighs like tree trunks from deadlifting twice his bodyweight. His tight black tee clung to his pecs, and his cargo shorts did nothing to hide the obscene bulge snaking down his thigh. They'd talked about this for months—Mark confessing his hotwife fantasy, Sarah admitting she craved a real bull to stretch her married pussy. Jake, ever the alpha, had grinned and said, "I'll rail her brains out if hubby's cool with sloppy seconds."

"Tonight's the night, babe," Mark had whispered to Sarah earlier, kissing her neck as she got ready. "Flirt hard. Make him want to breed you while I watch."

Now, with the tension thick as cum, Sarah leaned over the bar, her cleavage spilling out like an invitation. "Jake, you must get this all the time—girls dropping their panties just looking at those arms." She traced a manicured nail down his bicep, biting her lip.