I always knew my wife Nicole was a hot woman. She’s a tall brunette with a firm ass and C-cup breasts. My wife drove me crazy sometimes. We’ve been married for five years, but in bed it still feels like a honeymoon. And then he showed up. Jacob is my old classmate from college. A black, muscular giant, a football player I hadn’t seen for ten years. He came back to town for work and called.
We had a party at our house. Nicole wore a short red corset dress that clung to her curves. Jacob showed up with a bottle of whiskey, wearing a tight shirt with rippling muscles underneath. We drank and reminisced about college. My wife giggled at his jokes. I noticed her looking at him with an interest bordering on hunger.
Late that evening, I went into the kitchen for some ice. When I returned, they were already sitting on the couch. My wife sat on his lap, her dress hiked up to reveal her lace panties. Jacob kissed her neck. His huge black hands gripped her hips.
The whiskey burned my throat, but the heat was coming from within. Then Jacob sat close to Nicole. Now his thigh pressed against hers. His hand slid under her corset, and his fingers found her nipple squeezing it painfully. Nicole gasped. A sharp flash ran through her body, like an electric shock rolling across her breasts, and her nipples turned to stone.
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