Stephanie from her work

The ride home was strange. Seriously, did I just fuck our obstetrician in her office? After she jacked me off to get a "sample of semen"? With my wife watching and egging me on?

"Jack?" Jenna asked me. "You're quiet, what's on your mind?"

"I'm, well..." I began, halfheartedly. "This just feels new, is all."

"Well," she replied, a sly grin crossing her face. "I've always liked voyeurism, and now I have a medical reason for it!"

"Wait, hold up, Jen," I said, laughing incredulously. "We've been married for two years and dating for four, and not once did you ever say this."

"You couldn't guess from our roleplay?"

"I thought it was just that, you know. Like you liked pretending to be another woman."

"And you were fucking me and part of the fantasy was if your wife walked in on us."

"Well..." My thoughts churned away at the logical conclusion."

"Uh huh, yeah." Jenna placed a reassuring hand on my thigh. "Now you're getting it. And, it was really hot watching your fuck Fiona." Her hand slid upwards and changed from reassuring to distracting. "Seeing your cock inside of her like that... oh fuck, Jack."

I glanced at Jenna's baby bump and smiled. "I think we're forever screwing her up by carrying on like this."

"She'll just have to live with it!" Jenna giggled.

As I turned down the street to the house, I asked, "Okay, so we're doing this."

"And I know just the person!"

I regarded Jenna with a blank stare. "It's disturbing that you've already thought about this."

"Fantasies, Jack!" She squeezed my thigh playfully. "And anyway, I think she needs some healing. Stephanie is going through divorce hearings."

"Woah," I uttered. Part of her marketing team at her work, Stephanie's happy marriage with Frank was practically a fairytale. A lovely house, white picket fence, talk of kids, two car garage, chicken in the pot, the classic dream life. And apparently it was to an extent. As Jenna and I made our way into the house, she explained about Frank's infidelity with a partner at his law firm, and about how Stephanie found him fucking said partner over his desk when she surprised him with lunch one day. Frank had made his way home that night with a meager assortment of clothes and her wedding ring on the curb. Stephanie had cried that entire night.

Arriving and entering the house, Jenna eased herself into the couch and I fumbled around in the kitchen for the kettle. "Good riddance to bad rubbish," I remarked finally, pouring Jenna a cup of tea.

"That's what I say too, but she's feeling incredibly lonely right now." Handing her the mug, she took a tentative sip. "She feels she isn't attractive anymore. Her self-image is just destroyed."

My horniness revved into life at that moment as images of Stephanie filled my head. Tall and leggy, with raven hair and sun-kissed skin, Stephanie had always been stunning and deliciously sexy. Oh, that one time at the company picnic, when Stephanie had arrived in a summer dress with the plunging neckline, it always looked like her wonderfully-crafted tits were going to spill out--

"Earth to Jack?" Jenna's voice shattered my silence. I jolted back to the present to see her grinning like a kid on Christmas. "I think you consent, husband of mine."

I sighed, trying hard to cast away my excitement. "You got me. Just tell me when."

Jenna sidled next to me and craned her lips to my ear. "Soon, baby. Very soon."