Wanting A Closer Look

Your gasp has gotten the attention of both girls. Emma looks at you, a slight, knowing smile on her face, Sophie, her mouth set in a wide silent oval. Nothing is said. You walk slowly forward, your hand still stroking your cock. You stop at the doorway, your gaze set on the juncture of Sophie's cunt and your wife's wrist. Emma turns toward her friend and starts to piston her forearm in and out of Sophie's accommodating sex.

Watching Emma violate her friend, her wrist disappearing momentarily, then reappearing, coated in Sophie's juices. It dawns on you that those aren't just Sophie's juices. They are yours, too. You remember all too well the feeling of your sperm splashing upward into Sophie's willing, cloying cunt less than an hour ago. Will Emma realize that all that wetness doesn't belong to her longtime friend? Will she freak when she discovers that her oldest, dearest friend just fucked, and sucked off her husband of many years? Have I, in a moment of weakness, destroyed their friendship, as well as my marriage?

You just watch. Frozen in place and time, fist **** your cock. Waiting for the moment of realization.

The spell is broken as Sophie screams, "Fuck meeee!"

Emma keeps churning, her wrist sliding past the stretched entrance to her friends cunt. Sophie curls into the fetal position, yanking Emma's hand free and cupping her mons with her own. Her breath coming in great gasps.

Emma, sitting beside her friend, brings her hand to her own face, licking the residue from her thumb and fingers. She looks at you. You return the gaze waiting for the rage to explode.