My Wife's Cool With It

Stirling Cooper struts into this massage joint, and bam—Kenzie Taylor's waiting, dressed way too hot for your average rub-down. Short skirt hugging her curves, top barely containing those killer tits. Stirling? He's hooked instantly, eyes devouring her, praying she's got an opening for some steamy action. He tosses out a flirty line, all charm and grin. Kenzie laughs, eyebrow arched, calling him out: 'Dude, you're married—quit hitting on me!' But Stirling fires back smooth as silk, swearing his awesome wife's totally down with a little fun. That seals it; she leads him back to her private room, smirking like she knows exactly what's coming. Kenzie barks the order: 'Strip.' Stirling doesn't hesitate, peeling off his clothes faster than you can say 'relief.' His gaze locks on her as she slowly sheds her outfit, teasing him with every sway of her hips, every inch of skin revealed—like a private striptease just for him. Naked now, he stretches out on the mattress. She climbs on, pours oil everywhere, slicking up his back, her chest, their bodies. They press together, skin on skin, heat rising quick. Banter flies—playful jabs that hint this setup's got secrets bubbling under the surface. Tension snaps when Stirling blurts out his request for that happy ending. Game on. Kenzie's eyes light up wicked; she dives in, wrapping her lips around his throbbing cock, sucking him deep with eager, sloppy enthusiasm. Then she swings a leg over, positions herself, and sinks down slow—his hard shaft disappearing into her tight, wet pussy. They grind and thrust, oil making everything slippery and wild, chasing that explosive release they both crave. But hey, with all this raw, pounding fun... is Stirling's wife really chill with her hubby buried balls-deep in another woman's heat?