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The setting was perfectly romantic. A crackling fire staved off the late fall cold and added a warm glow, its dancing light flitting about the room. Some candles enhanced the ethereal mood, casting dim shadows that cavorted on the walls. Snugly nestled on the couch, my nudity covered by a long t-shirt and a warm, perfectly soft, fresh-smelling, wool blanket, I watched as my husband, shirtless and dreamy with his rippling muscles, hypnotic eyes, and sexy-as-fuck long, blond hair, ran his hands over my friend’s body.Sylva was supine in front of the fireplace, her long, brassy blond hair splayed out. A soft towel covered her breasts and nether regions, not that we both hadn’t seen and feasted upon them before. Lying as she was, on the fur rug, a wine glass filled with potent absinthe beside her, it reminded me of a highly erotic movie scene. It was horny beauty, sensual art, and erotic voyeurism combined into one, lusty, visual thrill. I felt comfy and warm inside and out. My entire body tingled with relaxed, impassioned desire, every nerve fiber hungrily pulsing with sexual need.I watched in desperate anticipation as his sinewy arms traced the contours of her exposed flesh. Sylva moaned in delight, covering my whimpering mews. I knew, all too well, the effects of those magic hands. He took his time, caressing her body as she slowly sank into a fluffy cloud of bliss. With agonizing slowness, the towel’s edge went lower and lower, revealing mere millimeters of her flesh at a time. As my husband’s deft fingers worked their relaxing, arousing magic on her body, the lower edge of the towel crept upward at a snail’s pace. Watching all of this had me so turned bursa escort on that my fingers began rubbing my saturated cunt in time with her breathing.“Mmm,” she moaned when his fingers brushed against her newly-exposed nipple. Her pink nubs were puffy and swollen, visual signals of her arousal. There was no faulting her; the man knows how to ignite one’s flesh.“Fuck me, that feels good,” she sighed as he gently squeezed her round, full, youthful breasts. Sylva’s hips pumped slowly up and down, her stomach quivering under the constant barrage of sensual attention.I yearned for his touch, wishing I were the recipient of his attention. Instead, I squeezed my breasts under my shirt, flicking my hard nipples in response to the scene unfolding before me. My fingers plunged into my pussy, searing, sexual lava coating them as I watched my husband leisurely guide my blond friend into a sexual frenzy.“Ah fuck,” I moaned. “So close. Watching you purr under his hands has me so fucking hot, right now.” I couldn’t help it; the mood, the warm glow of the room, the heat of my loins, and the sexual tension all around had me close to losing physical control. I love that feeling.Finally remembering I was in the room, they looked in my direction. My husband had his usual, pussy-drenching, crooked, roguish smile playing about his lips. That, combined with my hand frenetically fucking my pulsating cunt, shot my lust skyrocketing into the stratosphere. Neither hiding nor advertising my masturbation, they both smiled at the obvious motion beneath my blanket.“Jealous?” Sylva said, coyly. “ It looks like somebody’s getting off watching her husband pleasure another bursa escort bayan woman.All I could manage in response was, “Aaah, fuck. So hot.”She smiled at me, then gazed into my husband’s eyes. I watched her expression change from mirth to affection and, finally, to open lust. It caused my hands to increase pressure and speed as they roamed over all my erogenous zones. She pulled the towel off her torso, exposing her nudity. Supple and smooth with enviable breasts and the most inviting pussy one could ever see, At that moment she was a sexual goddess enraptured in the throes of passion.“My kitty needs a massage,” she said. She spread her legs widely, her hands caressing her inner thighs.Not a word was spoken between us, but my husband somehow sensed that I wanted to watch. With a wink and shrug, he turned his attention to my friend, starting at her ankles, his fingers slowly snaking upward, delicately kneading every square millimeter of her flesh. Sadistically, every time his hands would travel near her pulsing slit, he’d reverse course, moving back down to her ankles. By the time his hands moved treacherously close to her cunt, her hips were bucking in desire, her hands pulling on her nipples, rubbing themselves all over her body. My appendages mirrored her activity.A split-second before I screamed for him to touch her cunt, his fingertips grazed over her mound, feather-light, ghostly, half-touches that are so divine. Seeing her hips push up to meet his hands and hearing her lust-filled moan, caused my clit to jump, throbbing between my fingers.“Please make me cum,” she pled. “Make me scream as only you can.”Then, she turned to escort bursa me. “Aah, mmm, fuck. He’s fingering me. Do you like that? How does it feel knowing your husband is mine, now, and you can only lay there and watch?”Sylva turned to my husband. “Fuck me with your fingers. Is my kitty tighter than your wife’s?”By then, I could hear the sound of her wetness as his fingers, two of them, thrust in and out of her pussy. The sexiness overloaded me and short-circuited my brain.“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m fucking cumming,” I shrieked. My body flailed about, the warm blanket flying off me amid my convulsions. No longer bound by physical laws, my back arched into an inhuman position as my extremities wildly whipped about, my throbbing cunt ejecting so much cummy liquid that I soaked the couch cushions, my t-shirt, and my hand up to my wrist.As soon as my eyes could focus, I was treated to one of the sexiest, most erotic sights. My husband had leaned forward, between her legs, and he was aggressively fucking her snatch as his tongue danced over her clit like a whirlwind, all perfect suction and stimulation. Sylva’s body was lost in the throes of passion; her legs had clamped around his head, holding him in place. Her hips humped his mouth, her hands alternating between pulling on her swollen nipples and caressing her torso.“Oh, fuck; Oh, God,” she screamed as her body exploded in rapture. “Cumming. I love you, I love what you do to me.”I watched, in awe, as my friend lost all sense of time and reality, her intense orgasm consuming her. As soon as Sylva had caught her breath, my husband renewed his massaging, this time with more attention paid to her newly-ignited sensitive parts. Panting and moaning, I left the warm, comfy couch and crawled over to them. Unable to control my urges, one hand reached out and stroked their bare bodies with longing, the other stroking my clit with horny need.

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