As the charged tension in the sauna grew, John found himself both enthralled and captivated by the unfolding scene before him. The air was thick with an intoxicating blend of arousal and desire, an unspoken understanding between all three of them.
John's voice broke the silence, his words heavy with both curiosity and acceptance. "It's okay, Jane," he said softly. "Just...pretend I'm not here. Enjoy the moment with Mark."
Jane's gaze shifted to John, her eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of relief. She nodded, a small smile forming on her lips as she turned her attention back to Mark, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.
Mark's voice entered the conversation, his suggestion dripping with anticipation. "Why don't you ditch the towel, Jane? I want to see all of you again."
Without hesitation, Jane complied, letting the towel slide from her body, placing it on the wooden floor close to Mark. She settled back on the towel, her exposed skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her knees were drawn up, her gaze firmly fixed on Mark's impressive, throbbing erection.
Mark's eyes raked over Jane's naked form, his appreciation evident in the intensity of his gaze. He leaned back slightly as he let his hand glide over the prominent veins on his erection, eliciting a low, guttural moan from his lips.
John's heart raced as he watched Jane and Mark, their shared moment of intimacy unfolding before his eyes. He sensed Jane's hesitation and encouraged her gently. "Jane, do what feels natural to you. Don't hold back."
Jane's eyes briefly flickered to John, her gaze searching his face for reassurance. She found it in his understanding eyes, her desire growing stronger.
"I... I want to feel it again," Jane admitted, her voice a mix of vulnerability and longing.
John nodded, his voice steady and reassuring. "I know, Jane. It's okay."
Jane turned her focus back to Mark, seeking his approval. Mark met her gaze with a tender smile, his expression encouraging and understanding. His hand left his erection as he gently beckoned Jane closer with his fingers.
Jane's trembling hands reached out, her fingers curling around Mark's throbbing length. She started stroking him slowly at first, her touch tentative yet eager. Mark's breath caught in his throat, a low moan escaping his lips as he savoured the sensation.
"Fuck, that's good," Mark groaned, his voice heavy with arousal. "Your hand feels amazing, Jane."
John watched as Jane's strokes grew more confident, her rhythm matching the growing urgency of her own desire. The explicit sounds of her hand gliding over Mark's erection filled the small space, mingling with Mark's moans of pleasure.
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