Barry watched, eyes wide, panting as he stroked himself to the show -- his flushed wife, dripping and trembling, f*****g herself stupid on a c**k he couldn't compete with. And he loved it.
She came hard.
Her body arched, shuddering, her breath catching as her orgasm ripped through her like a wave. Her thighs clenched around the toy. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as she came on something too big for her husband to give her.
Moments later, Barry groaned behind her, his own release quick and needy -- spilling across his stomach as he slumped back into the couch.
Zoe curled beside him a few minutes later, still flushed and glowing, her costume disheveled, her body humming.
"You're incredible," Barry whispered, voice still shaky with afterglow. "Seriously."
She smiled softly, kis
