Did My Wife Enjoy Her Ass Fucking While I Watched?

I remember the way her eyes locked onto mine, never wavering, as he slid his thick cock between her ass cheeks. She was a vision, leaning against the fireplace, her sheer dress clinging to every curve. ‘Where do you want it?’ he asked, knowing full well the answer. Her breath hitched, but her gaze remained steady. ‘In my ass,’ she whispered, spreading her legs wider, lifting her ass to angle it perfectly. I watched as he wetted his cock in her juices, then rammed it into her ass. She cried out, gripping the mantle, her body trembling with each thrust. ‘Yes. Yes,’ she moaned, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the pleasure and pain mixed in her expression, knowing that every mark, every bruise, would be a reminder of this night. He circled her clit, drawing out her orgasms, one after another, until she was a quivering mess. Finally, he lunged harder, gripping her hips, digging his fingers in, leaving marks that would last for days. She came again, her body convulsing, and he emptied his load, holding her up as she crumpled. I watched, my heart pounding, as he left her there, a spent, satisfied slut, for me to pick up.