Lee leaned back on the couch, swirling his whiskey as he watched Jenna adjust her silk robe. Ten years of marriage had brought comfort, but lately they'd both craved something sharper. "Joey's the perfect choice," Lee said with a grin. "Smart, discreet, and from your office—he already knows how to keep things professional until they're not." Jenna smirked, her eyes flashing with that familiar fire. She wasn't one to wait passively. "If we're doing this, I'm setting the pace. No games, just heat." The doorbell rang, and Lee stood. "Showtime." Joey entered with easy confidence, his doctor's bag slung over one shoulder. "Evening, Jenna. Lee mentioned a private consultation." Jenna rose, tall and poised, meeting his gaze directly. "Consultation's one word for it. Come in—drinks first, then we see where the night goes." They settled in the living room, tension crackling. Joey's witty remarks about office politics drew laughs, but his eyes lingered on the curve of Jenna's neck. Lee watched from the armchair, adding dry commentary. "Don't bore her with hospital gossip, doc. She's already imagining the exam." Jenna chuckled, crossing her legs. "Lee's right. Let's skip the small talk." Upstairs, the bedroom glowed with low light. Jenna shed her robe, revealing smooth skin, and directed Joey with a firm hand. "Shirt off. I want to see what I'm working with." Joey complied, revealing a lean, muscular frame. As pants dropped, his cock sprang free—thick, veined, and impressively long, easily nine inches of hard, pulsing length that curved slightly upward. Jenna's breath caught at the sight, her pussy already wet and dripping with anticipation. "That's... substantial," she said, voice husky but strong. "It'll stretch me just right." Lee shifted in his chair, aroused. "Told you he'd deliver." Joey stepped closer, his massive cock bobbing. Jenna wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling the heat and girth, how it throbbed against her palm. She stroked slowly, marveling at the way the head flared wide, promising deep, filling pressure. No blowjob—she rarely indulged—but her touch teased the shaft, tracing every ridge. "This cock's going to make me feel full," she murmured, guiding him to the bed. She climbed on, straddling, her strong thighs flexing as she positioned her dripping pussy over that enormous length. Lowering inch by inch, she gasped as the thick head parted her folds, stretching her pussy wide. The sensation was intense—burning fullness that made her pant, her walls clenching around the veined shaft as it sank deeper, hitting spots that sent sparks through her core. Joey groaned, hands on her hips but letting her lead. "God, you're tight around me." Jenna rocked, taking more of the hard cock, sweat beading on her skin. "Bigger than I expected—feels like it's splitting me open in the best way." Lee watched, voice low. "Look at you, riding that monster. Horny as hell." The rhythm built, Jenna grinding down, her ass slapping against Joey's thighs with each thrust. The cock dragged along her sensitive spots, making her pussy drip more, the wet sounds filling the room. Panting, she leaned forward, hands on Joey's chest for leverage, controlling the depth. "Deeper—yes, that big cock's owning my pussy." Joey thrust up to meet her, the full length buried, balls tight. Tension coiled until Jenna cried out, her orgasm crashing as her pussy spasmed around the girth. Joey pulled free at her command, stroking his massive cock until thick ropes of cum sprayed across her belly, hot and sticky, just as she loved. She smiled, satisfied, body glistening with sweat. "Round one," Lee said from the corner, eyes dark. "But the night's young, and Joey's got more in him." Jenna's gaze met his, already planning the next spark.
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