The air was thick with anticipation as our fingers brushed against each other, creating a subtle electric charge that seemed to hum through my body. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on every surface, adding an element of mystery and allure.
She moved closer, her eyes dark with desire, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. My heart pounded in my chest as she reached out and traced a finger along the length of my throbbing erection. Her touch was gentle yet deliberate, as if she were mapping out every inch of me.
"Do you want this?" She whispered into my ear, her voice low and sultry. "Do you really want it?"
I nodded, unable to find the words to express just how much I desired her. The thought of watching another man pleasure her was both forbidden and incredibly exciting, adding an extra layer of taboo that only heightened my arousal.
She stood up then, revealing the sheer lace of her underwear beneath her dress. With each step she took towards the other room, the fabric stretched tighter over her hips, teasing me with glimpses of her bare skin. My mouth went dry as I watched her disappear from view, leaving me alone with my thoughts - and my raging erection.
I could hear muffled sounds coming from the other side of the wall, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filling the air. It was a potent mix of excitement and anxiety that coursed through me as I listened to her cries grow louder and more insistent. The thought of another man inside her sent shivers down my spine, yet also fueled an uncontrollable desire within me.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and there he was - a tall, muscular man with dark hair and piercing eyes. He looked at me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my erection before turning back to her.
"You're mine now," he growled as he positioned himself behind her, grasping her hips and driving into her with one forceful thrust. She moaned loudly, her body arching back against him in response. The sight of them together was almost too much for me to bear, yet I couldn't look away.
As they continued to move together, I reached down and began to stroke my own length, imagining myself in his place - feeling her warmth around me, seeing the pleasure on her face as she climaxed. It was an intoxicating mix of lust and jealousy that made every stroke feel even more intense.
I could sense that they were nearing their end, their movements becoming more urgent and erratic. She cried out his name, her body trembling in response to his final thrusts. A moment later, he pulled away, leaving her panting and spent on the bed.
He turned to me then, a smirk playing across his lips as he took in my disheveled state. "You want to see more?" He asked, his voice low and seductive.
Without hesitation, I nodded, eager to continue exploring this taboo desire that had taken hold of me. The thought of watching them together again filled me with an unimaginable level of anticipation - a hunger that could only be satisfied through the most forbidden of encounters.