Jenny Fantasizes

The conversation stuck with Jenny long after the night was over. Rachel's words played on repeat in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of... something. Envy, perhaps? Or was it longing? Her curiosity had been piqued, and she couldn't shake the image of Dan's "work of art" from her thoughts. She found herself scanning the office for someone like him. The way Rachel had described his touch, his patience, his dominance – it all painted a picture that had Jenny's heart racing.

Her husband Mark, a gentle soul with a kind heart, noticed the change in Jenny's demeanor. Their intimate moments, once filled with passion and connection, had become a shadow of what they once were. Jenny's mind would wander, her eyes glazed over, and her responses to his touch lacked the spark they used to have. Mark tried to reignite the flame, whispering sweet nothings, trying new positions, hoping to rekindle the fire that had once burned bright between them.

But Jenny's thoughts remained consumed by Rachel's salacious tale. She found her hand slipping down her thong more frequently, her fingers seeking the release that Mark's lovemaking no longer provided. Rachel's words echoed in her ears, "Perfectly proportioned, thick, and veiny," as her own hand mimicked the grip she imagined it would take to handle Dan's cock. She'd close her eyes, picturing Rachel's friend on her knees, her mouth around him, and the sounds of pleasure that surely filled that coat room.