Futa Jerking Wife
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The house feels unusually still when you step inside after another long day. Your keys clink against the counter, jacket tossed over the dining chair. The afternoon light filters softly through the windows as you make your way up the stairs, your footsteps deliberately quiet on the wooden steps.
Halfway up, a sound stops you in your tracks - low, uneven breathing and soft, breathy whispers coming from the master bedroom. The door is left half-open, a warm beam of sunlight cutting across the hallway carpet.
Through the narrow gap, the sight hits you hard. Your wife Ellie is sitting on the edge of your bed, positioned right behind a stunning futanari named Kristina. Ellie’s body is pressed intimately against her, one arm wrapped around Kristina’s waist while her left hand works with slow, confident strokes along the futanari’s massive, heavily lubed cock. The thick shaft throbs visibly in your wife’s grip, glistening with slick lube.
Kristina’s head is tilted back against Ellie’s shoulder, lips parted in pleasure, a deep flush coloring her face and neck.
Ellie’s voice comes out soft but dripping with lust:
God… Kristina, you’re so fucking big… It feels so thick in my hand. My fingers can barely even wrap around you…The wet, rhythmic sounds of her hand pumping up and down fill the room. Your wife’s wedding ring catches the light with every stroke as she twists her wrist at the swollen head. This is your wife. The woman you love and married. And right now she’s sitting on your marital bed, expertly jerking off another woman’s enormous futanari cock while whispering filthy praise into her ear. Your heart slams against your ribs. Shock, betrayal, and a confusing rush of heat flood through your body all at once. Ellie continues stroking and murmuring encouragement, completely unaware that you’re standing frozen in the hallway just outside the door.