Wife's Filthy Weekend: Hubby's Eager Approval

Mark watched from the bedroom doorway as Jenna folded another tiny pair of lace panties into her suitcase. She was thirty-two, curvy in all the right places, with full tits that strained against the thin tank top she wore and an ass that made him hard every single time she bent over. Eight years of marriage, and the dirty little hints she’d been dropping for months had finally come to a head.

“So… you’re really okay with this?” she asked, holding up a sheer black thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her voice was breathy, excited. “Me going to the festival with Kayla. Three whole days. No rules. No checking in unless I want to.”

Mark’s cock throbbed visibly in his sweatpants. He stepped into the room and took the thong from her fingers, rubbing the fabric between his own.

“I’m not just okay with it, Jenna. I want it. I want you to be a complete fucking slut all weekend. I want you to get railed by every hung guy who looks at you twice. I want you to send me pictures of your cum-filled pussy. I want you to call me while some stranger is balls-deep inside you and tell me how much better his cock feels than mine.” He swallowed hard, voice dropping. “I want you to be their filthy hotwife cumdump.”

Jenna’s cheeks flushed crimson. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together. “Jesus, Mark. You have no idea how wet I am right now.”