A Gift For The Both Of Us

Charlie drops an exercise bike in the living room, watching Lisa climb on. She’s in those tight black leggings, and he’s already got his hand in his shorts, stroking slow. Sweat slicks down the crack of her ass, cheeks jiggling with every push. He loses control, cock out, jerking fast. Lisa glances back in the mirror and catches the whole filthy show. She just smiles, keeps pedaling, making her ass pop extra for him. She calls him a “dirty little shit,” but her eyes stick to his dick, clearly impressed. When she finally stops, she spins around, arches her back, and lets him get an up-close look. She bites her lip when he tells her she’s got a “prime fucking ass.” It’s been forever since anyone said shit like that. Her husband doesn’t notice, doesn’t praise, and sure as hell never fucks her in it. The word slips out—anal—and Charlie’s eyebrows jump. She laughs, low, then peels her leggings down right there. “You offering?” He’s already pushing his shorts down, cock bouncing. She bends over the bike seat, cheeks spread, and backs onto him with zero hesitation. He grabs her hips, sinks in deep, and starts pounding her ass while she moans like she’s been starved for it.