As the velvety curtains slowly parted, revealing the tantalizing spectacle that lay before me, my heart raced with anticipation. I could feel the familiar heat building within me, a visceral reaction to the sight of my wife's beautiful body, glistening and ripe for the taking. Her breasts were round and full, her nipples erect and begging for attention, while her hips swayed gently as she undulated with an unspoken rhythm. I couldn't help but notice how her pussy was already wet, a testament to the passion that burned within both of us.
As I approached her, she welcomed me with open arms, our bodies entwining like two snakes in the throes of passion. Her hands roamed my body, tracing every curve and crevice, while her tongue explored the depths of my mouth, leaving a trail of fire that only intensified our hunger for one another. Our moans echoed off the walls, creating an atmosphere thick with desire.
She pushed me gently onto my back, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowered herself upon my throbbing cock. The sensation was indescribable - like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her pussy was warm and tight, clinging to my shaft as if it were a long-lost lover returning home. Each stroke brought us closer to the edge, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our pleasure.
As we fucked, she whispered sweet nothings into my ear, her voice dripping with honeyed promises and forbidden desires. Her words painted a picture in my mind, one that I could hardly resist. The thought of sharing her - exposing our most intimate moments to another person - was both thrilling and terrifying all at once.
As if on cue, the door creaked open, revealing the figure of a man who could only be described as pure temptation. His body was lean and muscular, his cock standing proudly at attention. He looked me directly in the eye before turning to my wife, a sly grin playing upon his lips. She nodded in assent, inviting him closer.
As he drew nearer, I could feel his eyes raking over every inch of her body, drinking in the sight of her glistening flesh. He reached out, running his fingers gently through the hair at the nape of her neck, causing her to moan in pleasure. His hands traveled down her body, tracing the curve of her hips and the delicate line of her pussy.
Suddenly, he turned to me, his eyes boring into mine as he slowly lowered himself onto the bed beside us. Without a word, he reached out and took my wife's hand, guiding it toward his throbbing erection. She hesitated for just a moment before wrapping her fingers around its base, stroking it with tender affection.
I watched as she guided him into position, their bodies pressing together in a silent dance of desire. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding effortlessly between her wet folds. My wife moaned deeply as he began to thrust, the sound echoing through the room and sending shivers down my spine.
As they continued, their movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of ownership over this scene. It was as if my wife and this stranger were just an extension of me - a living embodiment of my own darkest desires.
Suddenly, my wife turned to face me, her eyes wide with passion. She reached out and took hold of my cock, pumping it steadily as she continued to ride the man behind her. The sight was almost too much for me to bear, and I knew that I could not resist any longer.
With a primal growl, I thrust upward, impaling myself inside her with a forceful stroke. Our bodies collided, creating a symphony of pleasure that seemed to reverberate throughout the room. Her pussy was tight around me, drawing me in deeper with each passing second.
As we continued to fuck, our movements becoming more frenzied with each passing moment, I couldn't help but think about the other man - how he must have felt as he watched us, his own cock throbbing and aching for release. The idea of him watching us, feeling his cock pulsate with desire as it was denied the pleasure it craved, only served to fuel my own passion even further.
The stranger seemed to sense my thoughts, for he reached out and began to stroke his own cock in time with our movements. His eyes never left mine as he continued to masturbate, a testament to the power of our combined lust.
As we approached our climax, I could feel the heat building within me, threatening to consume me entirely. My wife's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each passing moment. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.
With a final, desperate thrust, I unleashed within her, my cock pulsing and spasming as it filled her to the brim with my hot, sticky seed. Her body shuddered with pleasure, a testament to the passion that had brought us all to this point.
As we lay there, spent and panting, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. We had done it - we had taken a risk and explored new depths of passion together. The stranger lay beside us, his eyes heavy with lust as he stroked his own cock to completion.
As the room fell silent once more, I knew that this would not be the last time we indulged in such carnal pleasures. In fact, it was just the beginning of a thrilling new adventure that we could explore together - one that would only grow hotter and more exciting with each passing day. And as for our mysterious friend? Well, he had certainly left quite an impression on us both.