Eyes closed, Chantelle’s back arched. A soft, deep moan escaped her parted lips. Her hand gripped mine as Eric’s tool penetrated my wife. 

Wide-eyed, I marvelled as his glistening rod disappeared into Chantelle’s welcoming snatch. Confused, I watched enviously as her pants grew louder, her stocking-clad legs pulling him deeper into her excited, sopping cunt.

“Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum in you!”

“Mmmohhh! Yes! Yes, pleeaase!” she begged. Chantelle's fingers tightened as she turned her head towards me. My awed gaze met her dreamy, unfocussed eyes and my cock spurted in its cage at my wife's silent, orgasmic scream.