The neon buzz of the bar was a block away, but the heat started on the sidewalk. My girlfriend, Lena, walked with that sway in her hips that screamed trouble. She wore a tiny black dress that hugged every curve, the fabric whispering against her thick thighs with each step.

Inside, the air was thick with beer and bass. We hadn’t even ordered when he appeared—a tall guy with rough hands and a confident smirk, leaning right into Lena’s space. “Can’t help but notice you,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

Instead of brushing him off, Lena turned, her eyes glinting under the dim lights. She licked her lips, then looked at me, her voice a husky whisper right in my ear. “Baby, I want him. I want us to have him. Let’s take him home and fuck.”

My cock strained against my jeans instantly. She didn’t wait for an answer, just linked her arm with the stranger’s—his name was Jake—and pulled us both out into the cool night.

Back in my apartment, the tension snapped. Lena pushed Jake onto the couch and dropped to her knees between his legs. Her fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, pulling out his thick, uncut dick. She didn’t hesitate, wrapping her full, glossy lips around the head, sucking hard while her hand pumped the shaft. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room. “Tastes so good,” she moaned, pulling off with a pop.

Then she crawled to me, her dress hiked up, showing her bare, plump ass. She nuzzled my bulge through my pants before