Wife Introduces Me to Her New 'Friend'

You swing open the side gate and there they are—your wife in the pool getting tag-teamed by some tall, easy-smiling guy you don’t know. Most husbands head for the exit; you? You’ve busted already and know the sequel beats Sunday NFL. Chloe struts out of the water, tits high, water sliding down her belly. She hasn’t even dried off when Rich scoops them like he’s starving. Hubby crosses his arms and nods: game on. She yanks Rich’s trunks down, strings a long drop of spit on the head, and pumps till it’s throbbing in her fist. Bent over the edge, she spreads, he dives in tongue-first, lapping that hotwife taste like rent’s due. He stands, lines up, slams home; Chloe keens, clear juice sliding down her thigh with every slap of his balls. Hubby watches her get juiced, absolutely wrecked, her cream coating every thick inch. Rich grips, grinds, doubles pace till she’s shaking like the pool deck. Then he pulls out, yanks her face up, and paints her tongue and cheeks with rope after rope—finishes leaving her drenched, eyes heavy, lips parted like a storefront after the closeout sale. Tuesday just started.