I'll Jump your Bones

You're chilling in the living room when Nina White gets back from her workout. She plants a quick peck on your cheek then spills the tea—her trainer Isiah Maxwell cracked that without you in the picture he'd fuck her right there on the mat. You both crack up. Marriage this solid means zero jealousy, so you tell her to invite him over and ride his dick if she's down. Your only rule? You get the front-row seat. Her eyes light up like you handed her the keys to the toy box. She shoots the text before you finish the sentence. A few nights later Isiah steps through the door and everyone's nerves are humming. You slap him on the back, tell them both to quit stalling, drop their clothes, and get busy. Then you sink into the couch and settle in to watch every sweaty inch of it.