Tara

She had been at it again last night. Jared's little girlfriend, Tara, had been rubbing on your arm at dinner, bending over in front of you to get a drink from the fridge. She was the sweetest little thing whenever Jenna was in sight, but as soon as your wife was out of the room, she seemed to take an almost sadistic pleasure in breaking your balls. You could never hide your red face when she brushed her tits against you "accidentally," or reached into your lap to grab the remote, getting dangerously close to your cock. Jared, as smart as he was, seemed 100% oblivious to her flirting. Then again, maybe he just didn't care. She was his third girlfriend in the last nine months. He never managed to hold onto one very long, and you had sussed out that the last two split because they had caught him fucking around on them. If Riley was the best parts of you, Jared surely had gotten a few of your worst qualities.
A fantasy forms in your head as you stroke. If she wants to rile you up, rev your engine, then maybe one time you won't stand for it anymore. Maybe you'll take her by that straw-blond mane of hair and show her the fruit of her little games. You imagine pulling her into the bathroom, pushing her to her knees, and ramming your cock right down her throat. Your meaty prick will have her calling you "daddy" in no time. You imagine plundering that young pussy, and breaking in that asshole too.
Very quickly, you look down to discover you have sprayed your cum everywhere. Luckily, that's what makes a shower the perfect place for a wank.
You shake off the sudden, forceful fantasy. You've been watching too much kinky shit recently. You exit the shower and towel off, checking yourself in the mirror as you pull on a pair of board shorts and throw a t-shirt over one shoulder. You have decent shoulders and arms, and Jenna always tells you that she could bounce a quarter off your ass, but you still have a little bit of a gut that won't go away. No grey yet in your brown hair, and minimal chest hair, which is good considering that Jenna doesn't care for it. A couple of scars from youthful risk behaviors aside, you aren't wholly displeased with yourself.

Reminding yourself that there's stuff to be done before everyone arrives, you head out of the bathroom, and abruptly run straight into....