It was a May afternoon, the sun was shining high in the sky and the scent of summer was already in the air. We were on the terrace of their house, the warm oil ready to glide over her skin, and he, her husband, on his knees a few meters away, watching every moment without being able to intervene. Dream or reality? I don't know, but in that moment, nothing seemed more real than that. (Dream or reality?) She was lying on the sunbed, her skin already warm and inviting, her nipples hard and her lips parted in anticipation. I poured the oil into my hands and began massaging her body with slow, sensual movements. Every touch was a wave of pleasure for her, every brush a shiver that brought her ever closer to total abandon. I massaged every part of her, feeling her muscles melt under my fingers. When I reached her most intimate areas, I noticed how wet she was already, ready for me. With one hand, I began to stimulate her clit, while with the other, I massaged her oiled, slippery anus. Her moans grew louder, her body moving, seeking more pressure, more intensity. *"Oh God… I can feel every inch… it's so big, so hard… it fills me completely… I can't take it anymore…"* She said, her voice cracking with excitement, turning to her husband. Every word was a blow to his pride, every moan a reminder of his role as a helpless spectator. He could do nothing but watch, knowing that only I could give her what she desired. When I realized SHE was ready to explode, I increased the pace. My fingers worked together: one inside her pussy, the other stimulating her anus, bringing her to an overwhelming orgasm. Her body arched, her legs tensed, and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips. Her sex pulsed, wet and ready for pleasure, as her orgasm washed over her in waves of pure ecstasy. And then, I, too, reached my climax. My cock, thick and hard, began to throb. My copious, hot load splashed over her body: her stomach, her breasts, her neck. SHE, greedy and submissive, swallowed almost all of it, licking every drop with desire and devotion, while she continued to describe to her husband the taste and texture of my cum. “It’s so thick… hot… I can’t stop licking it…” And him? He could only watch, aware of his role: submissive, aroused, humiliated. Every drop SHE swallowed was a reminder of her place, her role as cuckold. >> This experience was a celebration of my dominance: me controlling her pleasure, SHE abandoning herself without hesitation, he suffering in silence. All this on their terrace, under the pergola of their home, with the sun illuminating every detail of this scene of pleasure and submission. This is just the beginning. It will be like this every time: me pushing her to the limit with oiled massages, deep touches, and boundless pleasure, SHE abandoning herself to pleasure and swallowing every drop, and HIM unable to help but watch and desire.
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