Yes

Margaret relinquished hold of her still sleeping husband's cock to the yellow eyed silhouette, she slowly and timidly withdrew her right hand to her mostly flat stomach. It circled there indecisively. Margaret's eyes were linked with the glowing yellow eyes, staring at her with anticipation.

A stray thought passed through Margaret's mind about the weird yet intense direction this dream was taking.

Her left hand squeezed her right breast, its arm length pressed against and rubbed her left tit. Her right hand slowly and delicately creeped down to her bush… Her fingers felt nothing but smooth soft skin on the path it meandered, a small gasp escaping Margaret's lips as her fingers fond her fold, and parted a path into it.

Margaret circled her clit with one finger, the others slid back and forth, teasing her already moist pussy before slowly creeping one in. Then two. Her thumb took over teasing her clit as her hips shifted in pleasure and co-operation with her sensually self touching.

Her eyes remained locked on Eva, her touches more exciting with the focus of her audience.

“What are you thinking about?” The husky question seductively lingered.

“You. Watching… Me.” Margaret replied breathing deep and suppressing moaning as her pelvis arched up off the bed for a moment.

“And what are you doing?” The question resonated with Margaret's desire as she bit her lip holding her tongue for a moment before replying.

“Tou… ching… my… self…” Margaret saw the glint of Eva's smile.

“While I do what?” Eva asked, bending over top of William's sleeping body ensuring her fondling herself was visible in the dark room.

“ Fon..dl..ing… yo..or…sel…fff…” Margaret whimpered in response, watching the silhouette cautiously move to straddle above her husband.

“While?” The seductive voiced then asked, exaggerating the slow delicate stroking of William's cock.

“Rub… bing… his… co…ckk…” Margaret gasped grinding her hips side to side.

“”What do you think of that?”

Margaret didn't know what to reply, here she was feeling hot and flushed, masturbating next to her sleeping husband to a silhouette with glowing yellow eyes, as she played with Margaret's husband's dick.

Margaret squirmed as thoughts of the situation just cut through her, the realization of the perversity of it making her want more, as she humped upwards into her fingers she watched the prominently female silhouette drop down onto her husband's cock.

The bitch… Margaret thought, envious of the cock slowly being ground on next to her. She watched in rapture as Eva leaned down across William towards Margaret's tit, her lips kissing across Margaret's hand as it held and rolled a sensitive nipple.

“Now what are you thinking?” The question lingered as Eva sat up, grinding herself on Margaret's husband.