Missy’s Afternoon Delight

Missy is home alone when her husband returns with Jax in tow. She’s dressed to impress in a tight top, tight jeans, and heels, and Jax can’t help but notice her sexy figure. When her husband heads to the shower, Missy seizes the opportunity, inviting Jax to take a seat on the couch.

“Show me what you’ve got,” she says, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“If you want,” Jax replies, playing along.

Missy wastes no time, taking him out and indulging in her fantasies. Her husband walks in, fresh from the shower, and is taken aback by the sight before him: his wife and his best friend in a compromising position.

“What the hell are you doing?” he exclaims, surprise evident in his voice.

“Oh, honey, don’t act like you didn’t want to see me with a big, black dick,” Missy coos, her voice laced with desire. “Sit down. Just sit down and watch me.”

And so, he does. He takes a front-row seat as his 50-year-old wife, a hairstylist from Detroit, Michigan, enjoys herself with Jax. Missy is no stranger to adventure, having once had a train pulled on her in a glory hole booth and sucked off four 20something guys in a hotel room.

“I love being filled,” Missy confesses, her voice thick with lust. “I love that! I’ve done it quite a few times. The first time was about six years ago. It was set up. There were two other guys and my husband, and my husband sort of primed me for it. He was playing with me while I was getting fucked, and I was sucking somebody off at the same time, and he was playing with me, and then he started fucking it at the same time the guy was in me. It just happened, and it was very good.”

Today, it’s just Jax for Missy. Her husband could have joined in, but that’s not what this was about. This was about Missy’s fantasies, and they were more than satisfied.