My wife was sitting up on the couch, her low-rise jeans dangling off her legs as her hands pushed my friend’s eager mouth deeper into the source of her pleasure.
With her loud, breathy moans filling the room and her eyes clenched tight in ecstasy, I quickly took up a better position to watch the scene.
My buddy was kneeling in front of her, his pants unbuttoned and his head wrapped in her grinding thighs.
I could not believe how horny I was!
Apparently, the wine and shots at the club had loosened both my wife’s inhibitions — and her hips.
She lustily bit her bottom lip, rhythmically swaying as he sated his voracious appetite, bringing her to the brink of climax.
Then, without warning, her eyes popped open as she let out a brief squeal of relief as the warm wave of passion’s peak passed over her.
My friend straightened up, and got a good look as my wife unburdened herself of her blouse and bra.
When she unclasped her firm C-cups, he pounced on them like a monkey on a cupcake.