If you walked in and she asked you to fuck her, would you fuck my horny wife?

You walk in to find your friend's cuckold fantasy laid bare — a wife stretched across the bed, watching the door with eyes that already know what comes next.

You feel the heat before you even cross the room, your pulse dropping somewhere lower, your hands aware of themselves in a way they weren't a moment ago.

You already know the answer. You knew it the second your gaze landed on that mouth, that body, that particular kind of wanting that pulls at something shameless and hungry deep inside you.