Exposed: My Friends’ Wet Dreams on My Shaved Pussy

The soft, natural light filtering through the window casts a warm glow on the wooden floor, highlighting every grain. And there she is, my wife, sprawled out, her body a canvas of temptation. Her legs are slightly parted, inviting, and her shaved pussy glistens with the remnants of her afternoon escapades. The sight of her, so carefree and satisfied, stirs a mix of emotions within me. I can almost hear her laughter echoing from earlier, mingling with the voices of her friends who were here, enjoying her company, her body.

The Weight of Her Pleasure

I trace the lines of her body with my eyes, imagining the touch of her friends, the way they must have explored her curves, tasted her secrets. The thought of their hands on her, their mouths on her pussy, sends a shiver down my spine. It’s a strange cocktail of jealousy and arousal, a feeling I’ve grown accustomed to. Her text, a playful warning, lingers in my mind: ‘Of course you can lick this pussy baby… Just warning a couple of your friends were here this afternoon well needless to say you all had a great time.’ It’s a reminder of the power she holds, the control she exerts over my desires and her own pleasures. And as I stand here, watching her, I can’t help but wonder what other secrets this floor holds, what other stories it could tell.