Is This Crazy?

They'd talked about it for months, never dared. Tonight Alexa changed her mind at the club, picked Sheem by eye, brought him home. She sits on the bed in lace waiting, pulse visible at her throat, husband behind the lens, camera red light blinking. Sheem drops to one knee like it's owed and pulls her foot to his mouth. Sucks each toe, tongue sliding between, right there in front of her man. She doesn't stop him. She watches, breathing sharper. Her fingers reach for his zipper, drag it down, yank the hard length free. Thick. Dark. Heavy in her palm. She opens wide and shoves it in, lips stretching, jaw aching fast. Lets it slide past her tongue until it hits resistance, then forces farther. Gagging wet, spit running down her chin, throat working around him while both men stare.