My heart pounded as I stood in our bedroom, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. My husband Mark sat in the armchair by the window, his eyes locked on me with a mix of hunger and nerves. We had talked about this for months, fantasized about it during our dirtiest late-night f***s, but now it was real. His best friend Jake paced at the foot of the bed, shirt already off, revealing his ripped chest and abs that made my p***y clench just looking at him. Jake was the kind of guy who turned heads everywhere, six-foot-four with broad shoulders, a cocky grin, and a reputation for leaving women wrecked and begging for more.
Mark nodded once, his hand already rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. "Do it," he whispered, voice thick. "Show me how much
