My wife had been storming around the house all morning, slamming doors and sighing aggressively as she went. When I’d asked her what’s wrong she brushed me off, but after several hours of tantrumming she sat down to talk. She told me that she was upset because of some things her best friend Jessie had said when they’d been having drinks last night.
Jessie was the hottest of my wife’s friends, by far. She had a beautiful body, soft delicate features and long red hair that begged to be wrapped around your hand and pulled. I’d jerked off, secretly thinking about how perfect her tits and ass must be under all those clothes, a few times. Jessie had always had bad taste in men for as long as my wife had known her; she loved rough treatment in the bedroom, she’s told my wife a lot about that, but all her boyfriends seemed to be assholes to her outside of it too. I get hard when my wife relays all the stuff Jessie has said she’s into; she honestly sounds like a perfect little slut.