Anniversary Night With Wife's Bull

The fifth anniversary had already gone sideways in the best possible way.

Mark and Jenna had checked into the luxury downtown suite with every intention of a romantic night: candlelit dinner, a shared bath, maybe some gentle lovemaking while they laughed about how they were still the same horny idiots who’d banged in the coat closet at their own wedding reception. Instead, Jenna had spent the entire meal swirling her wine and dropping hints about Darius like she was laying out bait.

She’d been teasing Mark for months. Little comments in the car after training sessions. Texts at 2 a.m. that read “Darius spotted me on squats today and I swear the man is smuggling a traffic cone.” Mark had gone from shocked to curious to rock-hard in record time, until finally, over dessert, he’d looked his beautiful wife dead in the eye and said the words she’d been waiting for.

“Go ahead and invite him. Tonight. Tell your bull he has my enthusiastic blessing to fuck you stupid on our anniversary.”

Jenna’s fork had clattered against her plate. Her cheeks had gone bright pink, her nipples visibly stiff under the thin silk of her dress. She’d practically vibrated with nervous glee the entire elevator ride back to the suite.

Now they waited.