The soft lighting from above casts a warm glow on the scene, highlighting the curves and shadows of our entwined bodies. I’m lying here, my lover’s hands exploring every inch of my skin, her touch both gentle and demanding. The water in the bathtub is warm, almost too warm, but it’s a welcome contrast to the cool tiles beneath us. My husband watches from the doorway, his eyes locked onto her hands, his expression a mix of desire and something darker. I can feel his gaze, heavy and intense, as if he’s trying to memorize every movement, every caress. And I’m here, caught between them, a willing participant in this dance of lust and control.
Saturday Night’s Wet Embrace
The water laps gently against the sides of the tub, a soothing rhythm that contrasts with the pounding of my heart. Her fingers trace patterns on my skin, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I can hear my husband’s breath, shallow and quick, as he steps closer, his eyes never leaving her hands. There’s a power in this moment, a silent understanding that we’re all in this together, bound by desire and the unspoken rules of our game. I arch my back, offering myself to her touch, and feel her respond, her hands moving with a newfound urgency. The room is filled with the sound of our breaths, the splash of water, and the unspoken promises of a night that’s only just beginning.
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