He grinned at her flustered look. “My, somebody looks all hot and bothered tonight.” “When you said you were bringing a friend home with you tonight you neglected to mention he was the TV model I’ve been masturbating over for the last six months!” she said wryly. Jay bent over and kissed his wife of nine years. He pulled her to him and kissed her thoroughly and softly the way she liked it. Jay knew she was horny, all the signs were present. She had the slightly distracted look, her pouty lips were full and puffy, and her nipples were rigid to his touch as he reached inside her loose shirt. When he checked for the final sign, the crotch of her jeans, she spread her legs and he felt the wetness there as she moaned into his mouth. “Damn, you really are hot,” he said. “I can’t believe I’m saying this Jay, but make him go…I want to fuck,” Denise begged. She ground her pussy against his hand, needing the touch. “There’s no way I can do that honey…aside from being a client he’s an old friend from college.”
