The Watcher

My husband’s a filthy fuck and I love him for it. We’re wired the same: I crave strange cock and he gets off watching it wreck me. So he’s on a work trip, calls, and says he wants some random guy buried in my pussy. Done. He’s already talking nasty—wants to see me drooling on another man’s dick, stretch my cunt wide open—and I’m soaked before he hangs up. James Angel shows up quick, young stud, too busy eyeing my tits to question why hubby’s on Facetime. I give that dick a sloppy, worshiping suck, then James eats me like he’s starving, tongue all over my dripping cunt. My man asked for the ass show, so I climbed on, twerked every inch of my pussy and cheeks down that thick black cock until my husband’s breathing turned ragged. James bent me over, fucked me stupid, deeper than my husband ever gets, and I came shaking. Pulled out, painted my shaved lips white, left me dripping. There you go, babe—next one soon.