My Steamy Story: John needs a place to crash for a few mo...

My Story Time:

Okay, so my husband Henry comes to me and is like, “Bestie, John needs a place to crash for a bit, no cap.” And I was like, “Bet, but you know our vibe.” So Henry tells him, straight up, “We’re gonna be fucking. A lot. Loudly. In common areas. Don’t be shook.”

So John moves in, and honestly? It was iconic. We’re having a totally normal convo about grocery shopping one night, and I’m just casually going down on Henry on the couch. I mean, I’m deep-throating his dick while asking if we need more milk. John is just frozen, his face is high-key the biggest mood. I come up for air, my lips all wet, and Henry’s like, “Yeah, get the oat milk.” Then he flips me over, pulls my shorts down, and starts fucking me from behind, right there. I’m moaning, gripping the couch cushions, and John is just watching, trying to pretend he’s not totally hard. Henry whispers in my ear, “Think he’s enjoying the show?” and I just gasp, “Sheesh, I hope so.” It was so spicy, I almost forgot we were out of eggs.