That hoodie needs to go

Jennifer looked absolutely amazing, serving you a beer with a smile on her face and nothing but her panties on from the waist down, but something was definitely wrong.

She was still wearing far too much.

"You've gotta be incredibly hot in that big hoodie," you said after placing the beer on the table, a smirk on your face. You watched as the command set in, with Jennifer looking increasingly more uncomfortable by the second.

"Fuck I really am," she said, and Jennifer sat her beer down on the table. Without you even needing to **** her, she began tugging at the bottom of her massive hoodie and lifting it over her head. Her grey tanktop slowly came into view as she discarded yet another piece of clothing, dropping it on the floor without a care.

"Muuuch better," she said, immediately turning her back to you and lowering into your lap. Jennifer jiggled and settled against you once more, now wearing nothing but a tank top, bra, and panties. Your cock was rock hard as Jennifer moved against it, and you leaned forward slightly to whisper another command into her ear.

"You love when I touch you. My touch turns you on more than your husband's ever has," you said. You could hear Jennifer let out a tiny gasp, immediately looking back over her shoulder to try and argue.

"No, that's...that's not..." she began to say. Her fighting quickly faded as your command set in, your hands slowly heading to her hips. You started by just gently placing your right hand over her tanktop, for just a brief second. Your left hand soon moved to her waist, lifting the shirt a bit to lightly touch her side, your fingers tracing her skin with a delicate touch.

Jennifer let out a moan. Barely loud enough to be heard, but it was there. With every second that you were touching her, she was growing more turned on and more receptive to your advances. Your right hand slid beneath her shirt and onto bare skin, causing Jennifer to shudder slightly in your lap. Her grinding sped up and you could hear more moans occasionally slipping from her mouth, growing louder as she moved against your cock.

"Can you lift off my tank top Dustin? I'm reeeeally fucking hot," she said. Jennifer was practically begging at this point, her sultry voice dripping with desire. Now it wasn't just you forcing it, Jennifer was so turned on she was actually asking you to strip off more of her clothing!

"Of course babe," you said, grabbing the bottom of her tank top. You lifted it slowly as if you were unveiling an art exhibit, with inch by inch of bare skin being exposed on the woman of your dreams. Finally you stretched your arms out to lift it over her head, tossing the top to the floor to join her other clothes. You tilted to your right to get a better view of her as she continued to slowly grind against your lap.

Jennifer looked like the world's hottest stripper, a vision straight from your dreams. Her bra matched her panties, black lace and containing two very clearly gigantic breasts. You had already known that Jennifer was stacked and tried desperately to hide that fact, but she even exceeded your own expectations as you got your first glimpse at just how curvy she was.

Your hands moved to her chest, hefting up a breast in each hand, with Jennifer gasping out in pleasure as your hands touched her.

"I never knew Jennifer had such huge fucking tits man, they're massive!" you said, turning your attention to her husband. He looked utterly dumbstruck, frozen in place as he stared in shock at what was happening.

"Is this a fucking joke!? This...this is insane!" Marcus blurted out. You couldn't contain your joy as you looked over at him while holding his wife's tits in your hands. You knew that pretty soon he would reach a breaking point and truly snap, so you tried to focus on how best to handle it before he became a problem. You could **** him to think this was normal or make him oblivious to what was happening, or just make him leave entirely. Hell, you could **** him to encourage it, or really see how far you could push things, teasing and humiliating the sad bastard before completely taking his woman. The possibilities were endless.