Her face flushed with both desire and embarrassment as she watched her husband's eyes devour the sight of another man pushing inside their wife. The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin echoed in the room, amplifying the intensity of the moment. His hands gripped the armrests tightly, knuckles white, betraying his effort to remain still. She felt his heart racing against hers, their bodies synchronized by the erotic display before them. She could see the beads of sweat trickle down his chest, mirroring her own growing arousal. Their eyes met and held, speaking volumes of the forbidden longing they shared for each other.
