Sam's Happy, But Jessie becomes nervous

Jessie panics as she sees her husband sit down across from her. This was all too much, too fast.

"Sam! Wayne!" she says, looking at the two, "I don't know!"

"What's the matter, hun?" Sam says to his wife "You told me this was a fantasy of yours."

Wayne squirms a bit on the couch. His temperament is somewhere between hot and awkward at the marital conversation. Sam warned him it was a surprise, but he didn't expect this.

"Fantasy is one thing, Sam, but this. . .GOD!" she starts to blush, feeling the two men's eyes on her, making her more nervous.

Sam stands up, puts his hands on his wife's hips.

"I saw you when I walked in, babe. You liked Wayne and you know it." Sam continued to convince her, leaning in, kissing his own lips against the side of her neck. He knew this was her weak spot. If he ever needed to get her in the mood, her neck was the key.

Just as she was going to question him again, Jessie could feel her husband's cock swelling in his pants. That answered it for her.

She turns around in Sam's arms, tilting her head so that he can still kiss the her neck. The more he suckled and nipped the hotter she got. Her hips sway next to him, grinding her ass into his bulge. Her eyes locked onto Wayne as she noticed the stress from her small outburst starting to dissipate within the room. He didn't say anything to her, he didn't have too. The continual undressing of his eyes said a mouthful

Sam moves his mouth up, nibbling on her earlobe. He tugs on it, pinching it in his teeth before releasing it when hearing his wife let out a soft moan for the first time. His hot breath whispers into her ear, "He wants you, let him have you."

Now in the mood, her heat and need soars through her body. Jessie wants him too, but can he keep up?