
Her eyes drifted downward, taking in the bulges in their well-worn jeans. She licked her lips, feeling a sudden wetness between her own legs. Her thoughts strayed to Joel, her cuck husband, and his excitement when she had told him about her impromptu trip to the farm. He had practically begged her to flirt, to tease, to indulge in whatever opportunities might arise. She could feel his eyes on her through the phone, willing her to take a chance, to explore the desires they had talked about in hushed whispers at night. Her hand slid down her thigh, tracing the fabric of her dress to the apex of her legs. The anticipation grew stronger, and she knew she would not disappoint him.
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