Direct your attention to Tom

You sit up and the red bow falls from your glittery breasts to reveal your small, pink areolas and the hard buds of your nipples. You scoot to the edge of the bed and motion Tom and Sara over with a lusty gaze and a hooked finger. Tom is grinning. You've caught him staring at your cute little butt or your cleavage when he's home and you're around, to get the full picture like this must be a real treat. He smiles over at his wife and comes strutting over, the happiest man in the world.

You reach to the fly of his trousers and unbutton them. You slip your hand inside, find them quickly stiffening shaft of his warm fuck pole, and drag it out through the fly. Tom's got a nice, fat dick and it's completely shaved. You look up at him and lean your head down, sticking the pink triangle of your tongue out from between your ruby lips and swirling it around his cockhead. You lower your mouth around him, engulfing the bulging head of his cock all the way down until your lips are tickled by his pubic hairs.

Sara watches and kisses her husband as you work your ovalled lips up and down his shaft. He moans into her kiss and lays a hand atop your head. You stroke and suck, bobbing and swirling and slurping loudly in the bedroom. His cock seems to grow harder and harder between your lips and soon you taste the oily precum leaking from his prick.

"Oh God, that feels so good, Joy," Tom Cleft murmurs, watching you devour his lipstick-smeared shaft.

"I'd better get a condom," Sara says and walks over to the dresser beside the bed. "It's been so long since we've used one I don't know quite where they are. Just hang on a minute and I'll find them."

You slow down your sucking and gaze up at Tom. With his wife away from the bed he is quietly urging you on. He even mouths the words, "Let's fuck." There's no mistaking that intention.