The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a strange cocktail of jealousy and arousal. Dorian Del Isla, a man radiating confidence, stood across from Hailey Rose’s husband. The husband, a nervous sweat glistening on his brow, nodded almost imperceptibly.
Hailey, with her stunning big boobs straining against her negligee, knelt before Dorian. Her eyes, usually filled with a playful light, now held a hint of apprehension, quickly overshadowed by a burning desire. The husband shifted uncomfortably, his knuckles white as he gripped the arm of the chair. He had imagined this, fantasized about it, but the reality was a different beast altogether.
Dorian ran a hand through her hair, his touch possessive. The husband's gaze darted away, then back again, like a moth drawn to a dangerous flame. "Are you ready?" Dorian whispered, his voice a low rumble that resonated through the room.
Hailey met his eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. She nodded, her full lips parting slightly. With a practiced ease, she began to deepthroat him, her movements skilled and passionate. The husband watched, mesmerized, as her cheeks flushed and the sounds of her pleasure filled the room. His breathing became ragged, his heart pounding in his chest.
Dorian pulled her up, his grip firm but gentle. He turned her towards the bed, her hairy mound exposed to the husband’s voyeuristic gaze. He watched his wife moan. With a primal groan, Dorian drove into her, his movements rough and demanding. Hailey cried out, her body arching against his. The husband was now fully caught in the spectacle, the sight of his wife being taken so forcefully a potent aphrodisiac.
The rhythmic sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of lust and surrender. Dorian's strokes grew harder and faster, pushing Hailey closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a shuddering cry, she climaxed, her body trembling in his arms. Dorian, fueled by her passion and the husband's silent voyeurism, followed close behind, exploding inside her with a guttural roar. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing. He knew this was a cheating wife fantasy come to life, a dark and twisted desire he had only dared to dream of. And as he watched them, he understood, with a thrill of both shame and excitement, that this was exactly what he wanted.
He watched, and he continued to watch... because he now knew he loved watching.
(mh=glOTKgMFE_ZUxj0O)9332d275-f027-4e31-a1d6-faf532656b62.jpg)
Dorian Del Isla