Go watch Kenny and Meg

You look down at Jenny, who is still naked and expectant on the floor of the shed. She looks up at you with those wide, hungry eyes, clearly expecting a round two after the fireworks from earlier. However, the image of Megan—determined, aroused, and waiting just outside the door for Kenny—is far too compelling to ignore.

"Sorry, Jenny," you say, a small, knowing smirk playing on your lips. "But I think I've got some other business to attend to."

Jenny pouts, her lower lip protruding in a way that is devastatingly cute. "Aw, Mr. Dan! You're just going to leave me like this?"

"Well you could come with me"

Jenny's pout transforms into a sly grin as she rises gracefully to her feet, her naked body glistening in the dim light of the shed. She steps closer to you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her skin.

"Now that sounds like a much better offer," she purrs, her hand reaching out to brush against your chest. "Lead the way, Mr. Dan."

She makes no move to cover herself, her confidence fully restored now that she knows she's not being abandoned entirely. Her hand slides down your arm until her fingers intertwine with yours, her body pressing against your side as she waits for you to guide her out of the shed.

Through the doorway, you see Kenny, his back pressed against the shed wall, looking shell-shocked. Meg stands before him, her hand splayed across his chest, her fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. Her other hand rests on his hip, pulling him closer. Kenny's eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stares down at your wife. His cock, which had been shrinking in his shorts, is now visibly straining against the front of his pants again. Meg's smile is predatory, her eyes locked on his. She says something, too quiet for you to hear from your vantage point, but her intentions are clear. Kenny swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing. Meg leans in closer, her face inches from Kenny's. She whispers something else, her hand sliding down to rest at the waistband of his shorts. Kenny's breath comes in short, quick bursts as he looks at her. He licks his lips, his gaze darting between her face and her body.

Then, Meg's hand moves lower, dipping beneath the waistband of Kenny's shorts. You can't see what she's doing, but the way Kenny's hips jerk and his face flushes tells you everything. His mouth falls open wider, his breathing becoming ragged.

Jenny giggles beside you, her grip tightening around your hand. Jenny presses herself against your side, her bare skin warm against your arm. Her giggle is low and throaty, full of mischief. "Looks like Mrs. Meg is taking her consolation prize," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear.

Outside, Megan's hand is moving rhythmically inside Kenny's shorts. His head falls back against the shed wall with a soft thud, his eyes squeezed shut. A low groan escapes him, muffled but unmistakable. Megan watches his face intently, a satisfied smile curving her lips. Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking his jawline.

"You see?" Jenny murmurs, her free hand drifting to your stomach, fingers splaying possessively.