This Doesn't Feel Wrong

In the dimly lit room, I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of her presence. I looked at the door, my palms sweaty, my breath shallow. This was it. This was the moment I had both dreaded and anticipated.

The door creaked open, and she walked in, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the hallway light. She was followed by him, a tall, muscular figure that towered over her. His hand rested on her lower back, a possessive gesture that sent a shiver down my spine.

She looked at me, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and excitement. I nodded, giving her the silent approval she was seeking. This was our fantasy, our secret desire. It didn't feel wrong, not to us.

He led her to the bed, his hands roaming over her body. She gasped as he cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. I watched, my own desire growing as I saw her respond to his touch.

"Take off your dress," he commanded, his voice deep and husky. She obeyed, her fingers trembling as she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her lingerie, her body a testament to her beauty and sensuality.

He stepped closer, his hands exploring her curves. She moaned as he traced the line of her panties, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease her wetness. I could see her arousal, the damp spot on her panties a clear sign of her desire.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with lust. She moaned in response, her body arching towards his. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine.

He turned her around, his hands gripping her hips. She gasped as he pulled her towards him, her back pressing against his chest. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned, her body squirming against his.

He pushed her forward, bending her over the bed. She gasped as he pulled her panties down, exposing her wet pussy. I watched, my own desire growing as I saw her bare before him.

He positioned himself behind her, his large cock pressing against her wetness. She moaned, her body arching towards him. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine.

He entered her slowly, his large cock filling her wet pussy. She moaned, her body arching towards him.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. She moaned, her body moving in rhythm with his. I watched, my own desire growing as I saw her pleasure.

He spanked her, his hand connecting with her ass with a loud smack.

He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

He thrust one final time, his body shuddering as he reached his climax. She moaned, her body shuddering as she reached her own climax. I watched, my own desire reaching its peak as I saw their pleasure.

He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her wetness. She collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with pleasure. He looked at me, a smirk on his face.

"Your turn," he said, his voice filled with amusement. I nodded, my own desire taking over. I moved towards her, my hands exploring her body. She moaned as I touched her, her body still trembling from her previous orgasm. I positioned myself between her legs.

I entered her slowly, my cock filling her wet pussy. She moaned, her body arching towards me. I began to move, my thrusts slow and deep. She moaned, her body moving in rhythm with mine.

I increased my pace, my thrusts becoming harder and faster. I could feel my own climax approaching, my body tensing with pleasure.

I thrust one final time, my body shuddering as I reached my climax. She moaned, her body shuddering as she reached her own climax. I collapsed onto her, our bodies slick with sweat.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. This didn't feel wrong, not to us. This was our fantasy, our secret desire. And as we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, we knew that we would continue to explore this fantasy, this secret desire.