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As the warm water cascaded over my naked body, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement inside me. I was about to be watched, and it was making me incredibly horny. My husband and I had been talking about exploring new sexual experiences, and one of the things that had come up was cuckolding. The idea of being watched by someone else, of being desired by another man whilst my husband watched, was a enormous turn on for me. So, we had planned this evening meticulously, inviting a man over who we both found incredibly attractive and who we trusted to keep things discreet.

But as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me, I started to feel nervous. What if it was too much? What if I couldn’t handle it? But then I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. I was doing this for me, for us, and I knew deep down that I wanted it more than anything.

As my husband buzzed our guest in, I hurriedly put on some lingerie and slipped a dressing gown over the top. I bit my lip nervously as I heard footsteps approaching our bedroom door, but my excitement was building alongside my nervousness.

And then he was there, standing in our bedroom doorway, looking every bit as sexy as I remembered. We exchanged pleasantries, and I could feel the tension building between us. My husband offered him a drink, and as he turned to leave the room, he gave me a quick glance over his shoulder that made my heart race.

As my husband poured drinks in the kitchen, I stayed in the bedroom with our guest, trying to calm my nerves by chatting lightly. But despite my efforts, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly turned on by him. He had a raw masculinity about him that I couldn’t withstand, and as he brushed past me to sit on the edge of our bed, I could smell his musky scent and feel the heat of his body.

My husband returned with the drinks, and we all sat down together on the bed. We chatted some more, and I could feel the sexual tension building around us. My husband suggested that I take off my dressing gown, and I hesitated for a moment before slowly slipping it off to reveal my lingerie.

Our guest’s eyes were fixed on me as I stood up and took a step towards him. I could see desire burning in his gaze, and it made my pulse quicken. He reached out to touch me, and I let him, feeling a thrill of excitement course through me.

And then my husband suggested that we move to the living room, where he had set up a video camera. My heart raced as I followed them, knowing what was about to happen.

As we sat down on the sofa, my husband positioned the camera and started recording. I could feel my hands shaking as our guest leaned in to kiss me, his hands roaming over my body. I moaned softly as his lips moved down to my neck, and his hand slipped inside my bra.

I looked up at my husband, who was sitting across from us, watching us intently. The thrill of being watched was almost too much to bear, and I felt myself getting wetter with every passing moment.

Our guest broke the kiss and looked at my husband, who nodded his approval. And then he stood up, taking off his clothes in front of us. I watched with fascination as he revealed his taut muscles and rock-hard cock, feeling a pang of desire in my belly.

And then it was my turn. He helped me to take off my lingerie, and I stood in front of him completely naked. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly turned on.

He kissed me again, and as his hands roamed over my body, I felt him begin to guide me towards the sofa. I knew what was coming next, and I was almost trembling with anticipation.

I lay down on the sofa, my legs spread wide, as he moved between them. I could feel his breath on my wet pussy, and then his tongue, lapping at my clit. I moaned loudly, unable to control myself.

And then I heard my husband’s voice, telling our guest to stop. I looked up at him, confused, and then I saw the look on his face. He was angry, jealous, and hurt.

I felt a flush of humiliation wash over me as I realized what had just happened. We had both been so caught up in the moment that we had forgotten about my husband’s feelings. We had been too selfish, too caught up in our own desires, to think about him.

Our guest dressed quickly and left, and my husband and I were left alone. We sat in silence for a long time, neither of us knowing what to say.

But then he reached out to me, taking my hand and squeezing it gently. He told me that he loved me, and that he wanted us to explore new sexual experiences together. But he also told me that he needed to feel included, to feel like a part of it rather than just an observer.

And so we hugged, and we kissed, and we talked for hours. We talked about our desires, our fantasies, and our fears. And in the end, we made a promise to each other: that we would at all times be honest, open, and true to ourselves.

As for our guest, we never saw him again. But the experience taught us a valuable lesson: that sex is not just about physical pleasure, but about emotional connections, trust, and communication. And that, ultimately, the only thing that matters is the love that we distribute.
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