Slut Wife Jenny

"How could you not remember him?" Rachel's eyes narrowed as she recounted the story to her friend Jenny. "Dan was, like, the only thing worth looking at in that whole office."

Jenny, sipping on her third margarita, laughed it off. "Oh come on, Rach, I don't remember everyone I bump into at work functions. Besides, it's not like he's my type anyway."

Rachel leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But that's just it, he's everyone's type. The kind of guy who could make a nun reconsider her vows."

Jenny raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What are you saying?"

Rachel leaned back in her chair with a knowing smile. "Well, let's just say that if you've got a taste for... larger than usual... attributes, then he's your guy."

Jenny's eyes widened. "Oh, really?"

"Oh, absolutely," Rachel nodded, her grin growing wider. "And let me tell you, it's not just size. It's... it's like a work of art. Perfectly proportioned, thick, and veiny."

Jenny leaned in, her cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "How do you know all this?"

Rachel winked. "A little birdie from my yoga class. She couldn't stop raving about him."

Jenny's curiosity was now a full-blown inferno. "Wow, really?" She tried to play it cool, but her voice was a pitch too high. "So, what happened?"

Rachel leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, apparently, she couldn't resist. She had been eyeing him for months, and one night at the office Christmas party, she had too much to drink and found herself in the coat room with him." Rachel paused for effect, letting the tension build before she continued, "One thing led to another, and before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of him."

Jenny's jaw dropped. "What? No way!"

Rachel nodded solemnly. "Yes, way. She said she had never seen anything like it in her life. And she's not one to exaggerate." Rachel took a sip of her drink, savoring the moment. "So, she gets down there, and she tries to take it all in her mouth, but it's just too much."

Jenny's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Oh my God, Rachel, you can't just leave it there!"

Rachel shrugged, her smile playful. "I'm just telling you what I heard."

Jenny leaned forward, her heart racing with excitement. "But did she? Did she really?"

Rachel leaned in, her eyes gleaming with the juicy details. "Yes, she did. And it was apparently the hottest, most intense experience she's ever had. She said she gagged uncontrollably at first, but he was so gentle, so patient. He held her hair and guided her, whispering encouragements." Rachel's voice grew softer, her gaze distant as she recounted the story, "And then, she couldn't get it all in her throat. She said she could feel it pulsing against her tongue, his musky scent filling her nostrils."

Jenny's pulse quickened, her imagination running wild with the vivid imagery Rachel painted. "And then what happened?" she breathed, barely able to contain herself.

Rachel leaned back, a smug smirk playing on her lips. "Well, she said that after a few minutes of sucking and stroking, she could feel him getting closer. His grip on her hair tightened, his breaths grew shorter, and she knew he was about to... you know."

Jenny's cheeks were now a deep shade of red, her eyes glued to Rachel's. "And then what?"

"Well," Rachel said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "he couldn't hold it anymore. He unleashed his beast and filled her mouth with his hot, thick cum." Rachel's hand mimicked the action, her fingers curling into a fist as if to illustrate the **** of Dan's climax.

Jenny gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but Rachel's vivid storytelling had her completely captivated. Rachel noticed Jenny's reaction and leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But that's not all," she continued, her words a tantalizing drip feed of scandal. "Apparently, it didn't stop there."

"What do you mean?" Jenny's voice was barely a whisper, her breaths shallow. Rachel took another sip of her margarita, drawing out the suspense.