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Watching My Wife

... other holding her breast. I waited breathlessly, waiting for his next move. I could hear her sighs, and I could hear murmurs from him, “It’s going to get better, Mel, Melissa; it’s going to get even better.”

I knew it was Melissa and Simon there on the sofa, but all I could see was an aroused woman there and a man building her fire higher and higher. The hand on her breast moved and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button then the next. I could see that she was aware of what was happening, and she kissed him harder. The moans were building fire in me. I was waiting for the next thing to happen. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and it was pushed off her shoulders, exposing her bra, one I’d never seen. It must be one she bought for him. Secretly.

I was getting hot, and I started to unbutton my shirt to cool off. I was wondering how long it would take for him to unfasten it and expose her breasts to him. I knew how beautiful they were; I wanted to see them and see him feast on them. He paused undressing her and focused on her breasts; they were flushed pink, with red areolas and hard nipples standing out proudly. I was so proud of the way she looked. Her breasts were magnificent. Better than that. In my eyes, they were stupendous. His hands held them, supporting them with his fingers on the nipples. He pinched them and twisted them, having fun playing with them. She closed her eyes to focus on the sensations he was giving her. I felt the shift in my brain; they weren’t ...

... breasts; he was playing with her tits. Her tits.

I finally noticed my cock was hard and pushing on my pants. It almost hurt. Melissa had Simon's shirt off, and I could see his chest. Dark hair was leading down inside his pants, where his cock was hiding. I knew where that was going to end tonight, but the thought just helped arouse me more. She was kissing him hard, and she was pressing against his chest until I couldn’t see her tits because they pressed so hard against his chest. He was devouring her mouth, and then suddenly he changed and pulled away so he could suck on her tits.

I heard her whispering, "Simon, you were right; it can’t get better than this, can it? Simon I love this; I’ve never felt like this; I’m on fire, blazing.” When I heard that, my gut hurt. The pain just hurt. My need to watch overwhelmed the pain, and I saw him leaving marks on her tits—ownership marks. She was whimpering, “Simon, bite me; my tits bite them. It’s exciting, feeling you take them like you’re doing. I love it.” Louder, she said, “It is getting better; how much better can it get?" I saw her spasm and scream, “Simon, it’s overwhelming me; please let me rest a second.” Her voice was dropping in intensity as her climax eased.

It’s driving me crazy; that's my wife; I’m watching climax. How can I watch this with my cock hard. I know what's going to happen. Soon, she’s going to have Simon's cock in her.

Simon backed off and just kissed her until she was under control. Then he started ...