My Steamy Story: I need a 10 minute clip to get me off. ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so my wife, Sarah, came home from work last night and was like, "Babe, I brought my boss, Mark, for a quick drink!" And let me tell you, I was not prepared. I'm usually so straight, bestie, but when I shook his hand, I got this... vibe. We ended up deciding to take my boat out on Lake Michigan for sunset, and oh my god. When he stood up to adjust the sail in his thin-ass shorts? The print was UNREAL. I’m talking a full-on, no-cap anaconda situation. My brain just short-circuited.

Later, anchored away from everyone, the tension was so thick. Sarah, this absolute icon, saw me staring and just went for it. She unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock, and I swear I gasped. It was so thick and heavy in her hand. I just looked at her, and she gave me this little nod. So I got on my knees, my heart pounding, and leaned in. I could smell his musk as I took the head into my mouth, my wife's fingers guiding me. I was moaning like a slut, my own pussy dripping, while Sarah reached into my bikini bottoms and started rubbing my clit. The feeling of his cock pulsing on my tongue, her fingers working me over, it was too much. I heard him groan, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," and Sarah whispered, "Swallow it for me, baby." I took every hot, salty drop, shuddering as my own orgasm ripped through me. And then, she looked at me, all messy and fucked-out, and was like, "My turn," before leaning down to lick his big, slick head clean. Period. Slay.