Hubby’s Lap: Wife Cums for Her Black Bull

Lena settled onto Marcus’s lap on the wide leather couch, her short skirt riding high on her thighs. Derek sat opposite them in the armchair, long legs stretched out, the hem of his T-shirt barely covering the bulge already forming in his jeans. The three of them had been drinking for an hour, the ice in their glasses melting slowly while the late-night quiet outside pressed against the windows. Marcus’s hands rested on Lena’s hips, thumbs stroking the thin fabric of her panties. Every time she shifted, his cock thickened beneath her, pressing up against the cleft of her ass.

Derek’s eyes moved over her openly. “That dress looks painted on,” he said, voice low. “You got a body that could ruin a man’s night.” Lena smiled and rolled her hips once, deliberately, so Marcus felt the heat of her through his slacks. Derek kept talking. “Legs for days. Ass that begs to be grabbed. Marcus, you’re a lucky bastard, sitting under all that.”

Marcus’s erection twitched hard against her. Lena felt it and rocked again, slower, grinding down. She leaned back so her lips brushed his ear. “I’m soaked,” she whispered. “Can you feel how wet I am for him?” Marcus’s fingers tightened on her hips; his breathing changed.

Derek stood. The denim strained as he unzipped. He freed his cock—thick, heavy, already half-hard—and let it hang in front of them. Lena reached without hesitation, wrapping her small hand around the shaft and giving it one slow stroke. Pre-cum beaded at the slit. She glanced back at Marcus, eyes bright. “I want to taste it,” she said, voice soft but clear. Marcus swallowed, nodded once. Lena slid off his lap and onto her knees between Derek’s feet, lips parting as she took the head into her mouth. She moaned around the thick crown, tongue swirling, saliva already glistening on the dark skin. Marcus watched her cheeks hollow, watched her throat work as she pushed deeper.