“You alright with this?” I ask Richter as she reaches into the fly of my boxers and begins to run her soft hand against my dick.
“I’m alright with whatever Skylar wants,” he replies quietly as he walks about behind her and wraps his arms around her waist.
“Your wife shouldn’t want another man’s dick, Richter,” I tell him, my voice slightly hitching as my dick starts to harden. “It means you can’t satisfy her.”
“I can,” he snaps, glaring up at me.
“Then why is she so cock hungry?” I bark back.
Before he has a chance to reply, Skylar pulls my dick out of my pants and takes it into her mouth. I move the hand from my hip to the top of her head.
I hold his stare while she starts working her mouth and tongue up and down my length, grazing my skin with her teeth, and making me feel like any well-respected husband should.
But she’s not my wife and she never can be.
However, if he can’t fucking satisfy the girl, then maybe it’s up to me to keep this goddamn line going after all.