This bulge you have is huge. I bet my husband would really like to see you fuck me. The thought of his eyes on us, watching me take every inch of you, makes me wet. I can almost hear his heavy breathing, his cock straining against his pants as he watches me get pounded. He’s always been curious, always wanted to see me with someone else, and now, here we are, in the middle of a lush, green paradise, ready to fulfill his deepest fantasies.
What Would He Do If He Saw Us Now?
I imagine his face, flushed with excitement, his eyes wide with lust. He’s probably touching himself, stroking his cock to the sight of me, a whore for his pleasure. I can feel his gaze, burning into my skin, as you thrust deeper, harder. The sun beats down on us, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of our bodies, slick with sweat and desire. I’m his slut, his plaything, and he’s going to watch as you use me, as you fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.
The Husband’s Hidden Pleasure
But it’s not just about him. It’s about us, about the raw, primal need that drives us. I want you, I need you, and I want him to see it. I want him to know that I’m yours, that I’m his, that I’m a slut for both of you. The plants around us whisper secrets, and the shadows dance with our movements. This is our moment, our forbidden desire, and we’re going to savor every second of it.




