Angela's handjob

"We see if she's truly ready to be bred," she finishes, her hand tightening around you.

You groan, your hips pushing involuntarily into her grip. "And you'll be there? The whole time?"

Her eyes darken, pupils dilating with desire. "Every moment. I wouldn't miss it for anything." She strokes you slowly, her thumb tracing the sensitive ridge beneath your head. "I want to watch you claim her. I want to see her face when she feels you inside her for the first time."

The image her words conjure—this beautiful stranger beneath you, your wife watching intently as you push into her fertile body—makes your cock throb in Angela's hand.

"What if she wants privacy?" you ask, even as your body betrays your growing excitement.

Angela shakes her head, her hair falling across her flushed face. "She doesn't. That's what makes her perfect." She leans closer, her breath hot against your ear. "She specifically mentioned wanting to feel desired, to be watched while she's being bred."

You turn your head and capture her lips in a hungry kiss. The taste of her—familiar yet suddenly new with this shared fantasy—makes you dizzy with want.

"Saturday," you murmur against her mouth. "We meet her Saturday."

She nods, her hand still moving slowly along your length. "And if everything goes well..." She pauses, her eyes locking with yours. "We bring her back here. We make her ours."

The word "ours" sends a shiver down your spine. Not just yours, but shared with your wife.