You and Lila pull into the Starbucks lot on a warm Saturday morning. She's in her short pleated skirt, tight white crop top with no bra, nipples poking through. She's fidgeting, already wet. Fuck yes—Mr. Tall Bearded Barista is working. That bulge last week had me dripping. Today's the day. Lila hops out, skirt flipping to flash her lace thong as she struts inside. She glances back at you with a wicked grin. Baby, hurry! I need my latte… and maybe something extra creamy. Inside, she spots him—6'3", broad, tattooed arms. He smirks, eyes on her cleavage. Lila leans over the counter. Hey handsome… venti iced latte? Extra hot. My husband’s waiting, but I’ve got time for a quick break if you do. He chuckles. Five minutes. Employee door out back? Lila’s eyes sparkle. She turns to you, squeezing your hand. Baby! He’s gonna fuck me in his car right now. So hot! I’ll be quick—then cuddle and tell you every detail. You’re the best for letting your slutty wife play. She kisses you wetly, then skips to the side exit, tugging her skirt up.