I'll Jump your Bones

You're in the living room when Nina White walks in from her workout. She kisses your cheek and drops a line her trainer Isiah Maxwell cracked at the end of her sweaty session: "If it wasn't for your husband, I'd be jumping your bones." You both laugh because you're solid and jealousy doesn't fit the picture. Then you suggest she invite him over for a ride if she wants, but with one rule—you watch. Her face lights up. Two days later Isiah steps inside. Everyone feels that first jolt of nerves until you tell them to drop the bullshit and enjoy each other. Your job is to sit, watch, and soak up every filthy second as she drops to her knees, pulls out his thick cock, and runs her tongue from base to head. She slobbers over it, choking on every inch until spit drips off her chin. Isiah grips her hair, fucks her throat, then bends her over the couch and slams inside. Wet slaps echo off the walls. Nina moans loud and filthy, begging for more. You stroke yourself slow while they grind harder, bodies shining with sweat, until she shakes through a screaming orgasm and he floods her pussy with hot cum that leaks down her thighs when he pulls out.