Crystal fingers Leigh

Crystal wrapped an arm around Leigh's shoulders possessively, looking at me calmly. Everything about Leigh's body language screamed acceptance of Crystal's touch, and the faintly flushed expression on her face made it clear she was looking forward to more.

"Matt, you need to stop living in the past. Leigh tells me you two were together for *twenty years*, and you still didn't figure out how to please her. You just don't have it in you."

A confident grin on her face, Crystal reached down with one hand, slipping it down Leigh's pants and directly stimulating her. Leigh let out a soft moan, pressing her body more tightly against Crystal's and seeing to forget I was there.

Casually fingering my wife, Crystal continued to speak to me. "Such a sensitive, pretty pink pussy. And it's all mine now." Her tone changed to a more seductive, commanding voice, and she ordered Leigh to "strip, now."

Without hesitation, Leigh began peeling off her clothes, ending up naked, and still within Crystal's grasp. My wife's body was still every bit as impressive as I remembered, and I felt myself stiffening in my pants at the sight.

Crystal took the time to fondle her body for a few moments before spreading Leigh's legs, showing her exposed pussy to the room. It glistened wetly, and just a glance showed how turned on Leigh had gotten from Crystal's fingering.

My mouth was dry with a mix of anticipation, arousal and jealousy as Crystal continued to toy with Leigh's exposed groin, making her moan and writhe in helpless pleasure.

Abruptly, Crystal stopped, turning her gaze back towards me and pointing down at her own, still-clothed cunt. "Oh, almost forgot. If you want to watch, come here and give me some gratitude." Her lips curved into a grin. "Thank me for giving your wife what she needs."