Wife Lets Another Woman Watch

Scarlett sat quietly in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant, the soft hum of conversation blending with the occasional clink of silverware. The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across her table, reflecting in the deep red of her wine.

She was alone.

It wasn't supposed to be that way--there had been plans, a promise of company. But in the end, it didn't matter. No one was coming, and she found she didn't care. Because across the room, she had found something else to focus on.

Them.

The couple.

The man was captivating. Not just in the way his tailored suit framed his broad shoulders or how his dark hair curled just slightly at the ends, but in the way he existed in the space--effortless, magnetic, the kind of man who never needed to demand attention because it simply gravitated toward him. Yet, he gave none of it in return.

Because all of it--all of him--belonged to the woman sitting across from him.

The blonde.

She was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. She was assured. The kind of woman who didn't just sit in a room--she owned it, without even trying. She leaned in slightly as she spoke, her golden waves cascading over one shoulder, her laughter light and knowing. And the man--her man--was entirely hers, his focus unwavering, his posture instinctively leaning toward her.

Scarlett curled her fingers around her wine glass.

She should have looked away. They were strangers, after all. Just two people in a restaurant, sharing a meal, lost in their own little world. But she didn't.

Couldn't.

There was something undeniable about them. About the way he watched the blonde, how his hand brushed just a little closer to hers on the table, how his smile was slow, private, meant only for her.

She tightened her grip on the glass. He should have been looking at her.

A ridiculous thought, absurd even. And yet, as she sat there alone, drowning in the flickering candlelight, the weight of her solitude pressing against her ribs, she let herself imagine.

Imagine him looking at her like that.

Wanting her.

Loving her.

She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to glance away, to loosen the tension winding through her limbs. With a deliberate sigh, she set her napkin down and rose to her feet, her crimson dress clinging to every curve as she made her way toward the restroom.

Inside, she gripped the edge of the marble sink, staring at herself in the mirror. The lighting was warm, flattering, but it couldn't soften the sharp edges of her own expression.

She had done everything right. Wore the right dress. Painted her lips the perfect shade of red. And yet...

The door creaked open behind her.

She caught movement in the mirror.

The blonde.

She entered with that same easy grace, her presence undeniable even in the quiet space. If the blonde was surprised to see her, she didn't show it. If anything, there was something knowing in the way her lips curved into the faintest smirk as she stepped up to the sink beside her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the rush of water as the blonde turned on the faucet, her delicate fingers moving with quiet precision.

Scarlett studied her in the mirror, searching for something--weakness, hesitation, anything to suggest she wasn't as untouchable as she seemed.

But the blonde didn't waver.

Instead, she turned off the water, drying her hands with slow, deliberate movements before finally meeting her gaze in the reflection.

"You've been watching us."

Scarlett inhaled, keeping her expression neutral. "And you don't seem to mind."

The blonde let out a soft, amused hum, tilting her head slightly. "Why would I?"

Her voice was light, unconcerned.

And then, as if to drive the blade deeper, she turned toward her fully, leaning in just enough for her next words to land exactly where they were meant to.

"He's mine."

Not a boast. Not a threat. Just truth.

Scarlett let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "You don't even know what you have, do you?"

The blonde smiled, a slow, effortless thing. "Oh, I know exactly what I have."

She stepped past her, pausing at the door just long enough to add--

"That's why I don't need to stare."

And just like that, she was gone.

Leaving Scarlett alone with the weight of everything she could never have.

Scarlett didn't return to her table right away. She lingered in the restroom for another minute, pressing her palms against the cool marble, steadying her breath. The blonde's words echoed in her mind.

"That's why I don't need to stare."

She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to straighten, to pull together whatever dignity she had left. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, the restaurant felt different, like the air had thickened, like the walls had drawn in closer.

Scarlett wasn't fine.

And then, as if the universe wanted to twist the knife a little deeper, she caught movement across the room. The blonde and her man were finishing up their meal, their hands brushing as he reached for the check. The ease of it, the intimacy in such a small gesture, sent another wave of bitterness curling in her chest. She wanted to be that desired, that fulfilled, and as happy as that couple was.

She watched as he leaned in, murmuring something against the blonde's ear that made her laugh, soft and genuine. The kind of laugh that wasn't forced. The kind that came when you had nothing to prove, when you knew exactly where you stood.

Then, the wife's eyes lifted, meeting Scarlett's gaze--catching her in the act of wanting.

His hand found the blonde's knee beneath the table, his fingers just barely pressing in, a touch so small yet so telling. It wasn't for show. It wasn't performative. It was instinct.

Possession. Devotion.

The wife met his touch with a slow, knowing smile.

Scarlett tightened her grip around her wine glass, her chest aching with something deeper than longing. She didn't just want his touch--she wanted to be the gravity that pulled him in, the instinct he couldn't ignore, the certainty in his hands. She wanted to be his lover.

Scarlett's mind raced, heat pooling in her chest as she watched the husband caress his wife's thigh. "What if it were me--what if his hand slid up my thigh, under my dress, and he teased my pussy a little bit?"

Scarlett started losing her breath in that thought.

Then, he stood.

He was taller than she had imagined--easily 6'4"--broad, confident, the kind of presence that filled a room without effort. And in that perfectly tailored suit, he was breathtaking--so effortlessly perfect it hurt to look at him.

He extended his hand without hesitation, and the blonde took it, rising effortlessly to meet him.

Her man slipped his wife's coat over her shoulders. He placed a warm hand against the small of her back as they made their way toward the exit.

And just before they disappeared through the doorway, the blonde glanced over her shoulder.

Not to gloat. Not to challenge.

Just to look.

A final, silent confirmation of what they both already knew.

Scarlett sat there, alone, her eyes burning with envy, breath shallow and ragged, still trying to steady the storm inside her.

Then she was gone.

Scarlett didn't remember much of dinner. The last few bites of her meal had barely touched her lips, lost in the haze of her thoughts.

But the feeling lingered--the gnawing emptiness.

She had just experienced something she'd never felt before--something raw, something magnetic in that couple. In him.

Her mind raced, images flashing before her. "What was she like in the bedroom to captivate him so completely? What was he like?" The way he moved, the way his presence seemed to command everything around him. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his hands on her, to be consumed by him, and how it would feel to be the object of such intense desire.

She couldn't shake the thought of his lips against hers, the warmth of his breath, the weight of his body pressing close to hers. Scarlett's thoughts twisted and turned, imagining what it would be like to peel away his clothes, to feel his skin against hers--strong, solid, burning with need. "How big would his cock be? How would he take control, make her feel like she was his entire world?" She wondered.

Every second she spent thinking of him only fanned the flames of desire she couldn't put out.

By the time Scarlett reached her hotel room, she felt utterly drained. The weight of the night, of the conversation with the blonde, and the charged tension in the air, had worn her thin. But it was him--the man from dinner--that haunted her thoughts.

"Why can't I stop thinking about him?"

She was consumed with the thought of him--her mind racing with the possibilities of what it would be like to let him take control. Her pussy started getting wet as she remembers his long fingers caressing his wife's thigh. "How would they feel inside my pussy?" She thought. Goodness, she craved to know what it would be like for him to make love to her.

She shook off the thoughts, focusing on undressing, peeling off the crimson dress that had once felt powerful but now seemed just like fabric. It fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but red lace underwear. The quiet of the room covered her like a blanket, but no matter how much she tried to settle into the stillness, his face, his eyes, kept flashing behind her closed eyelids.

The faint hum of the city outside couldn't drown out the memory of his laugh, the warmth of his smile. She wondered what it must have been like for him with the blonde, how it felt to be so in tune with someone, so intensely desired.

"What if I could be her? What would it take for him to notice me the way he noticed her?" Scarlett bit her lip as the thought lingered. She wondered what it would be like to feel his touch, to see him up close without any distance between them. What was it about him that stirred something deep inside?

As she crawled into bed, she tried to push the thoughts away, but the more she tried, the more they circled, filling the space that should have been quiet. Her mind couldn't shake the feeling of wanting something more, something she hadn't thought about until now.

She laid there and wondered if she should just give in to the thoughts of him, to the temptation, and let her body find the release it craved with a dildo she had tucked away in her suitcase.

The soft murmur of laughter from the other side of the wall broke through her thoughts, and she froze. It was faint at first--just a whisper, a hushed laugh. But then the unmistakable gasp followed.

Her stomach clenched, her body betraying her as it responded to the sounds--sounds she couldn't ignore, no matter how badly she wanted to.

She recognized the blondes voice, and Scarlett's heart began to race.

The blonde, the man from dinner--there they were again, and Scarlett couldn't escape it. She could hear it all now--the deep intimacy, the shared breath between them, a soft moan slipping through the walls, followed by a playful giggle that curled like smoke in her chest.

This was the first time Scarlett had really heard his voice, and even through the muffled sounds, it was irresistibly sexy.

"This can't be real," Scarlett thought, her mind struggling to deny the reality of it. A thick wave of heat crashed over her.

Her fingers curled into the cool sheets, desperate to ground herself, but her mind was far from the quiet space of her hotel room. It was there--with him. With the man who had her so thoroughly twisted inside, she couldn't think of anything else other than how she was going to please herself either by hearing them or something else.

She couldn't stop imagining what it would be like--how his hands would feel caressing her body, how he would touch her like the blonde. Scarlett wanted to know what that was like--what it was to be desired, not just seen, but wanted in the way he had looked at the blonde.

From what Scarlett had observed at dinner, he had to be good in bed--his presence alone exuded confidence, and the way his wife held herself, so sure of what she had, only confirmed it.

Her pulse quickened, the sound of a jolt of hunger she couldn't ignore. The low moans, the laughter that followed, stirred something deep inside her. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the moment she had been waiting for. Maybe it didn't have to be just a dream, something unattainable, locked behind walls she could never breach.

Her gaze shifted to the door between the rooms--the one that connected her to them--and she felt an undeniable pull toward it, as if it was calling her, daring her to take a step she knew she shouldn't. Her fingers hovered just above the handle, the cool metal feeling warmer under her touch, and her heart pounded so hard in her chest, it threatened to escape.

She shouldn't. She couldn't.

But the door beckoned, and her body seemed to betray her thoughts, leaning closer, drawn by a force stronger than reason.

But all she could think about was him.

The man from dinner. The one who had carved himself into her thoughts, into the space where she had never allowed herself to dream of something so raw, so real.

Scarlett let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and, without another thought, she turned the handle.

It was unlocked.

Scarlett slowly pushed it open just enough to see.

The room was bathed in warm, golden light from the bedside lamp. The air was electric, and intimate.

And there they were.

The blonde, stretched across the bed, her golden hair fanned out against the pillows, mouth parted, skin glowing in the low light. Her body was perfect. Her skin was flawless, glowing with a smooth, porcelain-like perfection that seemed to capture the light with every movement. Her breasts were large, C-cup in size, with quarter-sized light pink aureolas topped with firm and responsive nipples.

"God she looks beautiful," she thought.

The husband stood, tall in stature, slender, and undeniably fit, positioned by the side of the bed. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light, highlighting every contour of his well-defined muscles, making his sculpted physique appear even more striking.

Scarlett lost her breath. She ached to touch him, to claim him, to know what it felt like to have a man like that--so utterly devoted to someone else--lose himself in her instead.

Scarlett brought her eye gaze down, and her eyes widened.

His cock was notably striking, slightly curved to the left, and stood erect, firm and bold like a pole.

"God he is so sexy," she thought.

Scarlett watched from the shadows of her mind, burning with want, her every nerve alight with desperate hunger. She craved him--not just his presence, but the raw strength beneath his suit, the solid press of his muscles beneath her fingers. She longed to trace the ridges of his chest, to feel the tautness of his stomach, to know what it was like to be wrapped in the sheer power of his arms.

Scarlett was already losing her breath. This was what she was waiting for. She had been curious all night about how he would look undressed, how he made love to his wife, and how big and gerthy is cock would be. She was seeing it live, in person.

Every fiber of her being screamed for him, a desperate yearning that filled her chest, left her heart hammering with reckless desire.

She should leave. She should close the door, retreat from this maddening pull that threatened to swallow her whole.

But she couldn't.

"Did you notice the woman in the corner at dinner tonight, staring at you like she wanted to devour you?" the wife asked.

"No, honey. You're the only one who has my attention," he replied with a reassuring smile.

"She couldn't take her eyes off you."

"Hmmm, I didn't notice," he said, his tone casual, though a playful glint danced in his eyes. "But I don't need anyone else when I have you."

He gazed at her, his eyes softening as they locked with hers, and a smile spread across his face. Leaning in, his voice dropped to a tender murmur. "You're stunning, as always, my love."

His eyes lingered on her, filled with a mix of admiration and love, the kind of gaze that promised security, but something else--something Scarlett couldn't define--lingered in the air.

"I'm lucky to have you." The husband said.

"I am lucky to have you too baby, now come and feel this wet pussy I have for you," she commands as she spread her legs apart, revealing her lovely cunt coated in her creamy wetness.

"Wow, babe," he stammered, overcome by the precious gift of this woman.

Scarlett knew should look away. But she didn't. She couldn't stop herself. Her heart was racing, and her pussy was already hot and wet. There was no turning back.

He crawled up her body until their lips met.

Their lips and tongues drove into each others. They were uncontrollably lost in their deep love and desire for one another as their mouths connected.

Her moans signaled to him, "Please take me. Don't stop."

Scarlett watched the way he kissed her, passionate and deep, like he couldn't get enough.

Her heart raced uncontrollably. She couldn't help but crave the sensation of being with him. He seemed like the kind of man whose kiss would be nothing short of exquisite.

The way his fingers curled against her hip, anchoring himself to her. The way his wife's hands roamed over his back, pulling him in closer, until there was nothing between them.

Scarlett swallowed hard, her breath unsteady. Her heart pounded so hard she thought they might hear the thumping.

His right hand slid strongly up along her smooth outer thighs. He rotated his right hand over her mound and opening and dipped his fingers in her gushing wetness while his left hand moved up her side and squeezed her large left breast.

Scarlett spread her own legs just slightly, trying to get a sense of what that might feel like- to spread her legs to him and let him slip his fingers in. Scarlett's pussy gushed with wetness onto her her red lace underwear.

Scarlett's eyes adjusted to the dim scene unfolding before her and more details began to come into focus.

She wasn't just beautiful. She was adored.

Every inch of her belonged to him, and he treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

And Scarlett didn't just want that feeling.

She wanted to be her.

In that moment, every fiber of her being wanted to be underneath him, experiencing his tender, passionate touch all over her body. He was devouring his wife like she had never seen.

She wanted to taste his lips on hers. She wanted to feel the pressure of his fingers stroking her pussy walls.

The husband pushed his hips back and set his juicy head in his wife's opening. His head split apart her pussy lips and he pushed hard into her. Her cone-shaped tunnel narrowed about halfway inside her and a firm ridge greeted his cock. This tight internal cock ring pushed back on his head. A bit more force pushed his blood-filled dick past her exquisite rim and he plunged into her delicious wet depths. He paused, soaking his cock all the way inside her. And they both moaned as their bodies and souls became one. His dick felt amazing, filling up every inch of her insides.

"Oh your pussy feels amazing tonight babe," The husband groaned.

"Tell me how amazing it feels."

"You've got the all-star pussy baby. Made just for my cock."

Scarlett ached to know the sensation of him--his hardness stretching, filling, claiming her.

A slow, trembling breath left her lips as her fingers trailed down her body, slipping beneath the delicate lace of her soaked red panties, desperate for even the slightest relief from the fire he had ignited within her.

She curled her right pointer and middle finger and slid them through her pussy lips and into her soaking wet cunt. She quietly gasped in delight.

She slipped into this semi-erotic coma where she pictured herself laying underneath him- what she would look like being pounded by this man and looking deep into his eyes, and what his stiff cock would feel like, filling up her pussy. What would it be like to be looking down, watching his above average stiff cock disappear inside of her.

Scarlett craved him with an intense, desperate longing. She wanted to be the beautiful wife.

His pace quickened as his hard dick was filling her up just right. Her large breasts bounced, and heavy moans left her lips with every thrust. They were completely connected and enjoying each other the way only two people fully in love and together can.

Scarlett's movements grew faster, matching his rhythm, her body responding to him as if they were already tangled together.

She was swept away by a powerful surge of desire. She could barely breathe. This was the most intoxicating, pulse-racing sight she had ever witnessed.

He pulled the wife's cheeks wide apart, spreading her pussy as wide as possible. He rocked his hips down, sliding his cockhead through her velvet paradise and began bucking his hips up into her with short, rapid thrusts, over and over again.

"ohhhh that feels so good," Scarlett moaned quietly.

The golden glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows over them, illuminating the sheen of sweat on his back as he moved above her. All of his muscles tensed and flexed with each deliberate, controlled thrust, his strong hands gripping the blonde's waist like she was something sacred--something he was afraid to let go of.

He was a master of desire, a man who knew exactly how to cherish a woman.

He knew which angles pleased his cock, and which ones made his wife moan the loudest.

"Oh baby, you fuck me so good," She moaned while trying to catch her breath.

The husband was relentless, pistoning in and out her with his full strength and weight. Over and over again, he slammed his hips into the blonde as hard as he could.

Scarlett stopped counting after 100 thrusts.

Wet slapping sounds filled the air as his strong hips collided with the blonde's thighs.

"ohhh baby, ohhhh!" The wife said in a tone that sent shivers down Scarlett's spine.

The husband couldn't take his eyes off his wife's face. He was lost in the moment and her pleasure was his obvious and only obsession.

His wife responded to him so effortlessly, her body arching.

As if sensing something, the blonde wife slowly lifted her head, her eyes fluttering open. For a brief moment, they locked onto Scarlett's, standing in the dark doorway in just her red lace underwear.

Scarlett didn't stop. She continued pummeling her pussy with her fingers, eyes fixed on the husband stroking his cock with his wife's magnificent pussy.

The moment pulsed with raw intensity, emotions crashing over the wife in an unbearable wave.

She held the gaze for a heartbeat longer before melting back into the pillows, surrendering to the man between her thighs.

A sharp, breathless moan tore from her lips, "ohhhhhh," she moaned loudly in the aftershock of what she had just witnessed.

"Let her watch," she thought, heat pooling in her veins.

"ohh, ohh honey, pound me harder." She said loud enough for Scarlett to hear.

The wife glanced over again at Scarlett and saw she was mimicking her husbands thrusts.

Scarlett's breath hitched. "They're so hot."

The husband didn't notice anything going on other than he was making love to his delicious slut.

The husband began slowing his pace, and so did Scarlett.

Scarlett exhaled a shaky breath, grateful for the momentary reprieve--she wasn't ready to cum just yet.

Slowly, she withdrew her slick fingers from her opening, her body still pulsing with need, and traced delicate circles over her button, teasing herself, prolonging the pleasure.

As the husband trailed slow, reverent kisses along his wife's neck, she let her head tilt to the side, granting him more access. His lips moved with deliberate tenderness, his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers down his wife's spine.

And then--her gaze flickered toward the doorway.

Scarlett.

Still there.

Still watching.

But now, lost in her own pleasure.

The wife's lips parted slightly, her breath catching--not from her husband's touch, but from the sight before her.

Scarlett's eyes closed, her fingers moving in slow, sinful circles beneath her lace. Her body tense with anticipation, her eyes dark with hunger.

For a moment, their eyes met, and the pleasure etched across Scarlett's face made it clear--she was completely lost in the sensation.

Scarlett let out a silent moan while locking eyes with the beautiful blonde, her lips forming the sound as her left hand clenched the doorway for support.

The wife's expression didn't change, but her insides were on fire--She was more aroused than she had ever been.

The wife felt a slow, simmering satisfaction bloom in her chest as she watched Scarlett come almost undone. It wasn't just the thrill of being desired--it was the power in knowing that no matter how desperately Scarlett wanted him, he belonged to her and she gets to see what an incredible fuck her husband is.

Her husband's lips dragged over the curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin, but her mind was caught between the pleasure he was giving her and the sight of the woman in the doorway, trembling with need.

She liked this.

The control. The certainty. The way Scarlett's body betrayed her, fingers working on her pussy as if she could somehow steal even a fraction of what she was witnessing. But she couldn't.

Because no matter how much Scarlett touched herself, no matter how much she ached, she would never know what it felt like to be beneath him. To be consumed by him.

His mouth trailed down her neck, murmuring words too soft for Scarlett to hear. Whatever he said made his wife's body arch beneath him, her hands reaching to cup his face, pulling him down into a kiss so deep it almost felt like too much to witness.

It wasn't just lust.

It wasn't just need.

It was love.

It was devotion.

Raw. Real. Unmistakable.

The kind of love Scarlett had never witnessed.

The blonde was in pure ecstasy, knowing the watcher wanted what she was getting in that moment--she had just witnessed the pussy pounding of a lifetime.

Sweat shimmered on the husband's forehead and his broad shoulders reflected the room light. Her breasts swayed back and forth at his heavy slow thrusts and her hard nipples brushed against his chest.

The wife reached her right hand down and formed her four fingers over the top of her swollen clit and began circling with just the right pressure as he continued to pummel her pussy with long, hard strokes.

He pulled his cock almost all the way out and slammed hard in her, his balls slapping her bubbled up ass beneath him. He rocked his hips downward and rammed his length all the way inside her again and again and again.

The blonde's legs began to quiver, and she moaned, "OOOh. OOh. OOH. Your'e going to make me cum!"

He grabbed both breasts in his hands and twisted her nipples just like he knew she liked.

"Give me that cum baby." The husband demanded.

He started thrusting harder and faster.

Scarlett took her left hand and began twisting her right nipple, trying to grasp even a fraction of what the wife was experiencing. She imagined what his fingers would feel like twisting her nipple. She so desperately wanted to be touched and fucked by him.

Scarlett increased the pressure and pace of her right hand rubbing her clit, imagining the pace she would be doing had he been fucking her instead of his wife.

His length probed her deeply and his girth tugged at her pussy's walls. The way he kept fucking her with long hard strokes right when she was on the edge, and how he knew to twist her nipples to make her cum hard made Scarlett realize- this man was a master at fucking his wife, and the wife knew it, and she didn't care who saw.

"Ooh my god, I'm going to give you my cum!" she cried out.

The husband gripped onto her waist tighter and didn't slow down his pace.

Her pent-up passion flushed all around him in a long, powerful release.

"I'm. Still. CUMMMING!" she moaned as waves of intense heat flushed through the blonde's cunt with each ram of his cock.

Scarlett watched in awe as this perfect, impeccable lover kept his woman cascading her hot cum all over her man's cock.

"OOOh. OOh. Oh," the blonde breathily moaned with each thrust.

Her climax seemed to last nearly two minutes.

Scarlett couldn't recall the last time she had been passionately ravished like that.

This nearly pushed Scarlett to the brink, but she was holding back, savoring the anticipation.

She gave her sensitive nipple and swollen cunt a break.

"What a man," she whispered in awe, watching what he had just done to his wife.

The tension in the blonde's body finally subsided and the husband slowed his pace and relaxed his toned butt muscles, resting his hardness inside the woman of his dreams.

He motioned for her to turn sideways on the bed and get on all fours. The husband crawled off the bed and walked around to her face, still enraptured in his exquisite wife, his back slightly angled away from cracked open door.

The blonde leaned forward, signaling--with unspoken words--she wanted her husband's cock in her mouth now. His erection looked delicious with her cum all over it.

This was her dick, and she loved everything about it.

She glanced over at Scarlett and gave her a subtle smile. Then she braced herself with her left arm on the edge of the bed and reached up, wrapped her right hand around his dick and opened her mouth.

The wife knew Scarlett was about to witness a good dick sucking, the kind where she could make her husband cum in under a minute if she wanted to.

The husband placed his right hand on his wife's back and pushed his hips forward and slid inside her warm, wet mouth.

He tilted his head upward and moaned "ahhhhh."

She bobbed her head and stroked his base a few times before pulling back.

"YUM," she said, tasting her own sweet juices off her husband's full cock.

Scarlett stood there in awe as her pussy continued to drip.

The blonde closed her eyes for a second, relishing the sensation as the hard cock disappeared in her mouth.

Her husband looked down and watched her with a quiet fascination. There was something almost hypnotic about the way she sucked his cock.

"How does it feel baby?" The wife questioned while glancing over at Scarlett.

Her husband was lost in the moment,.

He let out a soft moan, "ohhh baby, you suck me so good."

The wife continued only for a minute more. She sucked a dick so good, and he didn't want to cum yet.

"Oh baby, not yet--don't make me cum," he said, his voice sharp with urgency.

She slowed down her sucking, savoring every last bit of juice he was releasing in her mouth.

His wife gazed up at him with a smile.

"Let's lay you down. I want to taste your perfect pussy baby," he whispered to her.

The watcher was still there. She could feel her panties gushing with her own warm wetness.

She needed to touch herself again.

The wife wondered how long Scarlett would stand there and watch until it was too much.

"Is she going to stay and make herself cum?" the wife wondered.

He slowly lowered his body and kneeled by the side of the bed. Her legs spread wide in front of him, laying on her back. The folds of her pussy glistened with their shared juices.

She was a sight to behold, a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes, smiling back at him, waiting in complete trust and vulnerability, to be taken and lost in this magical moment of unity.

Now, Scarlett was about to witness a man so skilled with his tongue, so utterly devoted to his wife's pleasure, that it might just push her over the edge.

He spread her rose-pedaled lips apart and pressed his warm tongue on her clit and began to lick. Her slickness was delicious. He moved his tongue down to her opening and licked all the way up to her button and back down and up again. He wanted to taste all of her. He began circling her clit with his tongue.

Her heightening moans, subtle hip thrusts and flexing stomach signaled he was using the perfect pressure and technique on her responsive button.

He slipped two fingers upward into her opening and curled them back and forth over the ruffled ridges at her G-spot. He continued to circle her button with his tongue.

He took his two cum coated fingers out after a few penetrations. tasting as much of her cum as he could, and sucked them dry.

He returned his fingers onto her ruffled G-spot, working her up.

He ravaged his wife's pussy like Scarlett had never seen before.

Scarlett wanted to be in the moment too, to chase that same ecstasy.

Scarlett curled her right pointer and middle finger again and slide them back into her dripping wet pussy. Her thumb found her swollen button, circling it with deliberate pressure, imagining it was his tongue, his mouth devouring her instead of his wife.

"Ohhh that feels so good," Scarlett moaned to herself.

The wife's stomach tensed at his tender touch, and she began moaning every other breath.

"Oh baby. Oh honey," she said. "That feels amazing."

The wife's moans grew louder, and she gasped, "Oh honey, you're going to make me cum again!"

Scarlett plunged her fingers deeper. Her movements growing more urgent as she pressed harder against her throbbing button, chasing the pleasure that burned hot and insatiable within her.

His wife gripped the sheets as he continued the circular rhythm and same pressure with his tongue and fingers.

She let out a loud, "Ooohhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming!"

"Give me that cum baby, let me taste more," he said quickly.

"Oh baby, take my cum!" She gasped.

His fingertips flickered on her G-spot faster, and his tongue moved quicker on her clit. Her cunt seized and gripped his probing fingers, and a gush of cum flowed around them.

He slowed his pace until her orgasm finished.

"Oh baby, how good does my cum taste?" She spoke loudly for Scarlett to hear.

"I love your sweet nectar honey," The husband said with delight.

For the next several minutes he made out with her most intimate place. He licked every millimeter of her from the bottom of her opening to top of her clit. He probed his tongue into her velvet as deeply as he could. He licked her outer lips and gently sucked her inner folds into his wet, warm mouth. She was in heaven being tasted and treasured by his tongue and mouth.

His dick soaked with pleasure. He loved seeing and hearing his woman pleased.

"It's my turn. Let's lay you down. I want to ride you" she insisted.

"That's an ender," The husband said playfully.

Her husband made his way onto the bed, and as the wife turned, her gaze landed on Scarlett again, now seated on the floor with her back resting against the doorway. Scarlett's posture was relaxed, but her panties were shifted to one side, revealing her soaked pussy, with two fingers inside her pussy and the other hand circling her button with intent.

The wife burned with anticipation, a clear sense of determination in her gaze. She knew she was about to take control of the situation, bringing it to a decisive end.

He laid there effortlessly handsome on the bed. with his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. The light caught his juices oozing out of his head and down his shaft.

"Oh honey you look delicious." She whispered.

Oh how Scarlett yearned to feel that deep cock inside her. To let it fill her pussy walls, and what the pressure of that dick would feel like.

Scarlett knew she had little time, aware that if the husband said it was over, his stamina would ensure it was a quick finish.

With a sense of urgency, Scarlett rose silently and made her way back to her room.

She shuffled around her suitcase in the dim light, searching for her favorite toy.

She pulled out an above average cock that was slightly curved- one that has given her lots of messy orgasms. She slipped her wet panties off, and quietly made her way back to the doorway.

She was relieved the wife hadn't closed and locked the door.

Scarlett eased the door open just a fraction wider, careful not to make a sound.

The dim glow from inside spilled softly over her as she lowered herself to the floor, pressing her back against the cool wooden frame.

Her heartbeat quickened, a steady thrum in her chest, as she put her feet together and relaxed her knees, exposing her swollen pink wet pussy, silently hoping the husband would see the movement and look over at her.

Her right hand gripped the base of the above average cock toy, eager to please herself to what she was seeing.

Her left fingertips resting lightly on the floorboards. Shadows danced along the walls, and she exhaled slowly, steadying herself as she remained perfectly still, hidden in the doorway, waiting.

Scarlett was ready for what was about to unfold, and so was the husband.

He laid on his back and she giddily sat on top of him. As she moved her right leg over his waist, the lamp lit her just right, and Scarlett saw a large bubble of gooey cum drip from the wife's opening and onto his stomach.

Scarlett's pussy bubbled and dripped as well, her body thrumming with desire as she imagined herself in the wife's place. She could almost feel the heat of his sculpted abdomen beneath her, envisioning the way her own arousal would trace the same path, glistening against the ridges of his well-defined muscles.

The wife leaned down and kissed her husband while teasing his shaft with her pussy lips. Their mouths moved in perfect sync, slow and deliberate, as if they were memorizing every taste, every breath. The way they clung to each other, hands exploring, bodies pressing closer, made it clear--this was passion in its purest form. They weren't just kissing; they were devouring, taking in every ounce of each other as if the world beyond them didn't exist.

Scarlett used her own juices and slowly slid her dildo into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh," Scarlett moaned, her voice rich with longing, loud enough to slip through the dimly lit room. She hoped the couple would hear, that the sultry note in her tone would curl around them, pulling their attention in her direction.

It didn't.

The couple was lost in their own world, tangled in each other, oblivious to anything beyond the feverish press of their bodies. Their kisses were slow and deep, wet sounds filling the space between them, each breath swallowed by the other. The air was thick with heat, with the raw intensity of their desire, leaving no room for anything else--not even her presence.

The wife reached her left hand up and grasped the head board. Her right hand grabbed his shaft and she slid her enlarged lips along his pulsing shaft and took him in fully.

"Oh honey," he moaned.

She placed both hands on the headboard. She was ready to show Scarlett what an ender was.

The wife clenched her bottom together and squeezed her pussy tight around his cock and began to arch her back. She rode him like a wild slut, working his dick back and forth. Sliding forward on him with her weight, she pleased the underside of his sensitive shaft and then while plunging down his length, she arched her hips backward and worked her gripping ridge over his cock head.

The husband grabbed onto his wife's round ass with both hands.

He couldn't could last long (no man could). Her incredible, intense technique kneaded every part of his cock. His heart raced faster and his toes began to point in pleasure as she used her perfect pussy to drive the man she loved absolutely wild.

Scarlett's eyes widened and she began burying her toy cock inside her cunt while circling her clit with her other hand.

They were all in paradise.

"Oh baby, your dick feels so good inside of me," She moaned loud.

The wife glanced over her shoulder and saw Scarlett's naked body resting against the door frame on the floor. Her pink swollen pussy spread wide with a curved toy cock that looked just like her husbands. She was plunging her toy in and out of her pussy, with her other hand swiftly circling her aroused button.

This was the most electrifying sight the wife had ever witnessed, driving her to move with even more intensity.

How -Scarlett said quietly to herself as she watches his wife move and rock her hips, sliding up and down her husband shaft like she had never seen before.

She rocked back and forth and back and forth, her gorgeous ass flexing each time she shifted forward. His hands grabbed her full breasts as they swayed over his face and he watched her luscious body arch over and over again. She was a glorious fuck and a wonderful, giving lover--the perfect partner in and out of the bedroom. And he was lost in the moment.

The wife quickened her pace and started going harder and said with a loud moan, "Give me your cum baby."

Scarlett started pounding herself harder and faster with her dildo, wishing and imagining it was the husband as she watched the wife please herself with her husband's cock.

Scarlett was gettting close to cumming, iand she could tell the husband was too.

Scarlett started rubbing her button, increasing urgency. She was going to cum everywhere. She could feel it.

"Are you ready for my cum?" The husband asked breathlessly to his wife.

"Pump me full of your cum baby." The wife quickly said back.

His toes pointed and every single one of his leg muscles flexed.

He gripped onto her bottom, drove his cock as deep as he could.

"Ohhh baby, ohhh baby," he grunted loudly.

"Ahhh! Ohhhh!" Scarlett whimpered.

"Ohhhh! Your dick feels so good!" Scarlett moaned loudly, envisioning it was the husbands.

His drooling mouth moved onto his wife's outstretched arm and he gently sunk his teeth into her. With a deep, shuddering groan, he surrendered, his release flooding into her as she took him fully, her body drawing out every last pulse of his pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over them. Refusing to slow the rhythm of her movements, lost in the consuming heat between them, she milked him dry. Spurt after spurt after spurt of his pent-up passion showered the depths of his dream woman. The world disappeared for the next several seconds.

Scarlett legs were quivering. Her breath became shallow.

"Ohhh baby, your dick feels so good," She moaned, mimicking what the wife had said to her husband previously, imagining she was saying it to him.

"Ahhhh," She cried out.

Scarlett's body tensed, and then relaxed as she released an overwhelming flow of hot cum all over the dildo.

Wow- She said to herself quietly. That was the best orgasm she had ever had.

Scarlett slowly moved the dildo in and out her pussy walls until her orgasm subsided. Her wetness dripped down her opening and into her bottom, leaving a puddle on the floor.

Nobody could hear her orgasm moans over the husbands, even though she wanted them to.

The wife leaned in and they kissed through their heavy breathing. The wife laid there for a couple minutes with his cock soaking in their creamy combined juices and caught their breath until he began to soften.

Scarlett pulled the coated cock from her cunt, and laid it down beside her and tried to catch her breath.

"I love you, baby," he murmured to his wife, his gaze locked onto hers as his fingers traced slow, teasing circles along her back.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her breath still uneven.

With a satisfied sigh, she slid off him, glancing over at Scarlett in the corner with a smile, knowing exactly what had just happened.

The toy cock sat beside Scarlett, glistening in the dim light beside her on the floor, and she looked completely worn out, but pleased.

The wife felt powerful.

Scarlett realized the wife was a woman who knew what she wanted and knew how she liked to be pleased. She was selfless, giving of every part of herself, fully, totally and generously. She was a master of making love; every millimeter of her body was magic, her every action, exciting. She knew exactly how to rock her hips when straddling him to massage his cock's most sensitive spots, her amazing mouth instinctively pulled his shaft and head with the perfect suction, and she was absolutely obsessed with his cum inside her. The more the better.

She realized the husband was a man who knew how to please a woman. He was selfless and giving of everything he had in order for her to be pleased, and that making her cum twice while making love was standard. He studied the pressure and the pace of his whole body in sync with hers. The pressure and the pace of his cock, fingers, and tongue- to bring her to full ecstacy. He was like a masterful musician hitting all the right notes to make her cum hard. He loved her cum too. The messier the better.

Curling up beside him, their bodies still warm from each other.

Just as the silence settled, a sultry voice purred from the shadowed doorway--

"My turn."