Hey, You're Not My Husband!

Katie Kush is perched in her living room, lingerie barely covering what matters. She knows her husband will walk through that door any minute, and she wants him to catch an eyeful for their anniversary. Waiting gets boring though. Her hand slides between her thighs, fingering herself while her natural tits spill over the lace. She's getting wetter by the second, thinking he'll probably appreciate the warm-up act. A knock hits the door. Katie rolls her eyes. Typical him, always losing his keys. "Come in, it's open!" she calls out, still rubbing her clit. The guy who steps inside isn't her husband. It's Isiah Maxwell with a package in his hands. The box hits the floor when he sees her spread out and touching herself. They both stumble over apologies while Katie tries to explain she thought it was her man coming home. Her phone buzzes. The message from her husband says he's staying out with his boys and running late. Katie's face twists. He forgot their anniversary completely. Isiah mutters something about how a woman like her shouldn't be left hanging. Katie looks him over, decides her husband can deal with the consequences, and tells Isiah he's about to get lucky instead.