Yes, he barely makes it.

You see the last of the sand drop through to the bottom of the hourglass and yell, “TIME!” When you look back over at the couch, you’re not sure if Matt is thrilled or furious that you called “time” so promptly. It’s pretty clear that he was seconds away from blowing his load.

Jen smile as she stands up and turns to face everyone. “Well, Matt, I guess you get to claim your prize.” At that, Matt practically jumps off the couch in excitement. He comes up behind Jen and places his hands on her shoulders. He slides his hands to her neck and then down her back to her bra strap. Her bra sags as he unhooks the strap, and he slides his hands around to the front, cupping her breasts. He pulls the bra away from her chest, exposing your wife to the rest of the group.

Matt kneels down, sliding his hands down, cupping her ass gently and sliding his hand between her legs from behind. Jen’s knees buckle slightly as she lets out a moan and her eyes roll back. Matt spreads her legs slightly so he can pull her black panties down and off. You can tell how wet she is by the way her panties stick slightly as he pulls them down. Jen does a little twirl for everyone before returning to her seat and spinning the bottle.