The party hummed with low music and laughter as we stepped inside, Jennifer's red curls catching the dim lights like fire. At forty-seven, my chubby wife owned every curve, her green eyes sharp and unapologetic. 'Don't hover, darling,' she whispered, elbowing me with a wink. 'I'm here to unwind, not be watched like a prize.' Our hosts, old friends Mark and Lena, greeted us with joints already lit. Jennifer took the first hit deep, coughing then laughing, her body relaxing into that familiar stoned glow. 'This stuff hits different at our age,' she quipped to Mark, her voice husky. 'Makes everything feel electric.' Tension built as she danced closer to the group, witty banter flying. 'Bet you can't handle a redhead who knows what she wants,' she teased a tall guest named Derek, her hand brushing his arm. He grinned back, 'Try me, Jennifer. Your husband's lucky, but sharing stories never hurt.' The weed amplified the heat; her nipples hardened visibly under her dress, and she caught me watching with a sly smile. 'Horny already?' she murmured to me privately. 'Good. Watch what happens next.' Derek pulled her into a kiss, and she responded fiercely, tongue dancing, hands gripping his shoulders. 'Mmm, that's a start,' she panted, pushing him back playfully. 'But I set the pace.' Clothes shed in a corner alcove; her full breasts spilled free, ass round and inviting. Derek's cock hardened against her thigh as she stroked it firmly. 'Nice and thick,' she said with a laugh. 'Now, show me what you can do with it.' She dropped to her knees for a blowjob, lips wrapping around him, sucking with wet sounds, her tongue swirling while she looked up defiantly. 'Taste good, doesn't it?' Derek groaned, but she controlled it, pulling off to say, 'My turn to feel that hard cock.' He entered her pussy from behind, thrusting deep as she gripped the couch, moaning, 'Fuck, yes—harder, but don't think you're in charge.' Sweat beaded on her skin, dripping down her back; she was panting, wet and dripping with arousal. 'God, your pussy's tight and hot,' he grunted. Jennifer laughed breathlessly, pushing back, 'And it's mine to give—make it count.' She came first, shuddering around him, then he followed, cum spilling as she milked every drop. 'Not bad for round one,' she said, standing strong, wiping her lips. The night was young, and her eyes promised more. 'Who else wants to play?' The air thickened with possibility as another guest approached, her laughter echoing. 'This party's just getting started, boys.'
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