Yes, John is getting more curious and aroused

As Jane's narrative flowed on, John found himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. He wrestled with conflicting feelings, surprised by his own intrigue about Jane's encounter and the curiosity that had been ignited within him. Despite his discomfort and the twinge of jealousy, he couldn't deny that there was a certain arousal simmering beneath the surface. He glanced at Jane, then turned his gaze to Mark, his voice finally breaking the silence that had enveloped the room.

"Jane," John said, his voice tinged hesitancy, "if you're comfortable sharing, I'd like to hear the rest. But only if Mark is okay with it too."

Both Jane and Mark exchanged a glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them before Mark replied, his tone directed more toward Jane than John. "Given the situation we're in, I suppose sharing the details won't hurt."

Jane nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Okay, then. I'll continue."

She resumed her narrative, her voice holding a hint of excitement as she recounted the steamy encounter that had unfolded between her and Mark in the sauna.

"So, I took a seat next to Mark, he was still laying on his towel," Jane began, her words taking on a more intimate quality as she recalled the details. "His erection was right there, on display for me."

Mark's lips curved into a knowing smile, the memory etched in his mind. "I could sense your curiosity."

Jane continued, her gaze drifting toward Mark as she spoke. "I couldn't help but be captivated by the size of it. I found myself fantasising about how it would feel..."

John's attention was riveted, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened to Jane's candid confession. He found himself drawn into her story, his own arousal simmering just beneath the surface.

"I started flirting with Mark," Jane said, her voice a mix of coyness and daring. "I told him that his wife must be lucky to have him for his... big cock."

Mark chimed in, "But I told you I didn't have a wife."

Jane continued, "I was surprised by that, but then I brushed it off by saying you wouldn't have a problem finding one with that thing." She paused, her expression teasing as she added, "I even joked about being born twenty years too late."

Mark's smile widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "And I said, 'It's not the age that matters, it's what you do with it.'"

Jane resumed her narrative, her tone growing more heated. "Then, I remember asking you whether it was the biggest it could get."

Mark interjected, his voice filled with a mix of confidence and allure. "And I told you it was almost at its full potential."

Jane took over again, her voice reflecting her growing arousal. "I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see it on full display. I asked you if you could make it reach its full potential."

Mark's gaze held Jane's with an intense, heated look. "So, I slowly took hold of myself."

Jane continued, her words almost a whisper as she relived the moment. "You started rubbing yourself while your gaze drifted over my body."

Jane confessed, "It made me feel pretty, desired, wanted."

John's heart raced as the tension in the room thickened, the intimate details of Jane's encounter with Mark igniting a mix of emotions within him.

"Then," Jane continued, her voice a mix of vulnerability and raw desire, "I suggested you could touch my tits if you wanted."

As Jane's narrative unfolded, John felt himself growing more turned on, his own fantasies mingling with the steamy details he was hearing. He held the towel more firmly in front of him, trying to conceal his growing arousal.

"In response," Jane recounted, "you kept fondling my tits with one hand while you continued to stroke yourself with the other."

Mark interjected, his tone laced with playful confidence. "Well, my cock didn't need much incentive, given how hot you looked."

Jane's cheeks flushed, her gaze flickering between John and Mark. She resumed her narrative, her words a mix of confession and exhilaration. "I asked if I should take over so you could use both hands to explore my tits."

John's breath caught in his throat as he listened, his imagination running wild with the erotic scenes Jane was describing.

Jane's voice wavered slightly as she turned her attention to John again, "I know I shouldn't have done that, but I was so drawn to his... his big cock."

The room was charged with tension as Jane's words hung in the air, the unspoken desires and regrets palpable.

Jane turned to Mark again and regained her narrative, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I wrapped my hand around your throbbing cock, feeling every vein, marvelling at how big it felt."

Mark chimed in, his voice a husky whisper. "It felt amazing."

Jane's tone grew more explicit, her words painting a vivid picture. "I started stroking you slowly at first, then faster as I saw the blissful expression on your face."

Mark added his own commentary. "Your hand felt incredible."

Jane continued, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and urgency. "I kept stroking you for a while, until I got too curious. I couldn't contain myself anymore..."

Mark's voice held a note of anticipation. "And that's when you suddenly got up and straddled me."

Jane's words carried a sense of exhilaration as she recounted, "I lowered myself onto your cock, Mark, amazed by the sensations of being stretched beyond what I ever experienced."

John's heart raced as he listened to Jane's explicit storytelling, the images she painted playing out in his mind.

Finally, Jane concluded, her gaze returning to John, her voice carrying a mix of emotions. "And that's pretty much where you walked in on us, John."

The room was heavy with the weight of Jane's story, the complexity of their emotions, desires, and choices weaving together in a tapestry of intimacy and vulnerability.