Sweater Seduction

The hotel bar hummed with low jazz as my wife leaned in, her oversized wool sweater swallowing her frame yet somehow making her tits look absolutely massive. 'This thing is ridiculous,' she said with a sharp laugh, tugging at the hem. 'It's so baggy I could hide an entire arsenal underneath, but damn if it doesn't frame these girls like a goddamn masterpiece. What do you think, stranger? Too much wool for a night like this?'

The tall Black man at the next table grinned, his eyes flicking between us. 'Depends. You two look like you're hunting for trouble. Name's Marcus.'

'We're not hunting,' she replied, strong and direct, sliding closer. 'We're selecting. My husband here has a wicked sense of humor about it. Tell him, babe.'

I smirked, raising my glass. 'She's the boss. Always has been. We pick up what we like, and we service it thoroughly. Interested in our hotel room upstairs? Oil included.'

Marcus chuckled, witty and bold. 'Service me? Sounds like you're the ones getting the workout. But that sweater's got me curious. Lead the way.'

In the elevator, her dialogue turned seductive. 'This wool's itching in all the right places. Makes me horny just thinking about peeling it off while you watch.' By the time we hit the room, she was in charge, pouring warm oil over Marcus's enormous cock until it gleamed hard and slick. 'Look at that beast,' she purred, her hand stroking it. 'We're going to work every inch.'

She dropped to her knees, not submissive but commanding, taking him into a wet blowjob that had him groaning. I joined, hands roaming her ass as she got dripping wet, pussy aching. 'Fuck, I'm so horny,' she panted, sweater still on, tits heaving. Marcus's cock throbbed under the oil, and she guided us both, sweating already, leading the explosive rhythm toward her ass and his cum.