I remember the first time I saw Jason’s yacht, the way the sun glinted off the polished wood and the way he looked at me with that hungry, possessive gaze. I told the wife to show him how much we appreciated his generosity, and she didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees right there on the deck, her lips wrapping around his cock like she was born to do it. I watched, my own pussy getting wet, as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, and I knew we’d be taking that boat out more often. The wife looked up at me, her eyes full of lust and submission, and I knew I was going to enjoy every second of it.
