Double Teamed: Sharing Jenna Read Free

I’d trade places in a heartbeat.
    This morning definitely ranks as our most awkward. All we did was small talk as the eight hundred pound gorilla taunted my back. I have so much I want to talk about with Jenna, but didn’t have the balls to bring anything up.
    I click on the negative news but my mind drifts to a happy place. An idea makes me have to adjust my slacks and prompts me to continue scheming.
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    I leave work early and pick up some roses to surprise Jenna. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky again tonight. Two days in a row would set a record for at least the past several years. My cock twitches and I recall, for the umpteenth time today, the image of Jenna masturbating wildly in front of me.
    Traffic is light, unlike this morning, and I slowly pull into our gravel drive that winds into our tucked away country home. I do love it here. I love the privacy that five acres provides. We could never hot tub nude in our old apartment. My hands are sweaty as I veer off to the side rather than open the squeaky garage. I click off the ignition and gently open and close my car door.
    The front door is unlocked—as usual—another benefit with country living. Jenna’s not around and I eye the flowers in my hand and sigh.
    Then I hear something. It sounds like voices. I turn my head sideways and am drawn to the stairs. Jenna must be working upstairs. Even better. My heart flutters as I tip-toe up our hardwood stairs without making any noise. The sound is louder and coming from our bedroom. My knees buckle and I drop the flowers as I hear a male voice...
    Is Jenna having an affair? My feet feel like bowling balls as I trudge toward the bedroom. A chattering monkey invades my mind. How could she do this to me? Did she take my pillow talk too far? What do I do now? Be cool, be cool, be cool.
    My heart pounds so hard that I feel deaf. Then I hear it. There definitely is a guy in my bedroom—talking dirty to my wife. My pensiveness turns into an adrenaline rush. I am a wild animal, released from his cage as I lurch forward.
    The door is ajar and I stop and can’t believe what I see...
    Jenna lays on her back, with two pillows under head. And a huge black dildo piercing her cunt. The muffled man’s voice is coming from her laptop.
    What the fuck ? It’s bizarre to say that I feel intense relief right now. Most guys would freak out if they caught their wife masturbating to porn. My mouth is so wide open, barn sparrows could nest there. I am dumbstruck—and hard as a rock.
    This is even more erotic than last night. I panic, unsure what to do. My conscience says sneak back downstairs and wait, maybe text her you’re almost home. But, my lower chakra says fuck that, enjoy the show!
    I unzip (quietly) and my throbbing cock pops out, beckoning me to start stroking. I can’t make out the screen on her laptop that’s propped in front of her—and in between her legs, but can tell it’s porn alright. Interracial? I can’t tell, but I know I’ve created a...fucking hotwife. My fist pumps faster as I realize this is falling into place better than I could imagine. Or, more accurately, exactly how I imagined.
    Jenna is now dildoing with one hand while tweaking her clit with the other. I know she can’t hear me over her steady moans—or the audio blaring a few feet away.
    My mind screams, I can’t hold it anymore...
    I groan as I blast a series of ropes onto the door. I hear a rustling but can’t see shit through my Chinese eyes.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” My wife’s shrill voice pop my eyes open as the last drop oozes onto my hand. Our eyes lock, and I say, “I was going to ask you the same thing...”
    Jenna’s laptop is closed and she somehow found enough material to conceal that night stick. But she is bottomless and makes a lame attempt at covering her honey-colored bush.
    I let go of my dick that is still pointing due north and shoulder the door above my sloppy caulking. My cock sways northeast and northwest