She stopped and turned towards him. "Do you see that man looking at us?" she asked, coldly.
"The man by the car?"
"That's my husband," she said, leaning into him. "If you like to see me again, all you have to do is, introduce yourself, tell him what we did, and thank him for bringing me."
She loved the shock on his face. "Don't worry, he looks scary, but he loves this. I will make him wait a minute so that you can decide," she said, walking to her husband.
Jack held his breath as he watched her walk. She kissed her husband on the cheek. Every bit of logic Jack had told him to run away, but his dick was rock hard, even though he just cummed spectacularly 10 minutes ago.
Eventually, Jack began walking down to them. Studying her husband as he got closer. He wore an expensive-looking suit, drew a BMW. He was perhaps 15 years older but looked as big and fit as him. He didn't look like a wimp like he wished.
Her husband turned to look at Jack. His face was emotionless, but his eyes were burning holes through Jack. Jack began to regret his decision, but he wasn't the sort of person that backed down.
"Hi, I am Jack," he said, offering his hand to shake.
Only after she nudged him, he shook his hand. "John."
"John, you have an amazing wife. Thanks for bringing him," he said, taking a big breath before starting to tell him how they met, and what they did.
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"You look cuter than your photos, Jack," she said smiling.
"Thank you," he said, feeling nervous in his own home somehow. He didn't expect her to be so dominant.
"Are you a leg man, Jack?" she asked grinning.
Jack felt like a little kid caught as he was staring, but her legs looked amazing. She was sitting in front of him, legs crossed, with her fuck-me heels, stockings, and leather mini skirt.
"I am sorry..."
"No need to be sorry," she said, interrupting. "Why don't you sit with me and touch them."
Jack moved to sit with her on the couch.
"Gently, please," she said as he reached for her legs.