She blushed, clearly not realising how much detail my wife had shared about her fantasies, but dutifully pulled her clothes the rest of the way off. She sat on the sofa next to me and put one leg over the back and one leg on the floor, fully exposing her cute pink pussy to me. I could see a glisten all over her, she was definitely excited about this. One hand rubbed her clit gently while the other groped at her tits, tweaking her nipples hard. This hand then travelled up to her throat and she lightly choked herself. She adjusted her hand so she could touch her clit with her palm as her fingers began to explore her hole. Her fingers worked their way in easily, one, two, three. She was moaning and her hips were grinding into the couch cushions.
I used my free hand to trace a finger up her stomach and her eyes flew open. My fingers closed around her nipple and squeezed tight; she gasped in pain and surprise. I pinched her other nipple, eliciting more gasps and her grinding hips quickened. Finally I knocked her hand away from her throat and replaced it with my own, putting a lot more pressure on than she had been doing. “You filthy, filthy girl. Jessie, you are such a slut. And sluts always want dick. Do you want dick Jessie?” I growled at her, rising to my knees and turning my body towards her.