In the middle of the night, I woke up to strange noises coming from our bedroom. As I got out of bed and tiptoed towards the door, I could hear my wife moaning softly. The door was slightly ajar, so I peeked inside. To my shock, I saw her lying on the bed, naked except for a thin silk robe, her eyes closed and her hands folded under her head. On the screen of the TV, a porn video was playing, featuring two shemales going at it passionately. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Should I wake her up and confront her about her late-night viewing habits? Or should I just ignore it and go back to sleep? Before I could make a decision, she opened her eyes and looked straight at me.
“Come here,” she whispered seductively, patting the spot next to her on the bed. “I want you to watch this with me.”
I hesitated for a moment before deciding to join her. Maybe if I shared this experience with her, it would bring us closer together. As I climbed into bed beside her, she turned to face me, wrapping one leg around mine possessively. The porn video continued to play, and I couldn’t help but feel aroused by the sight of those massive cocks penetrating each other. My own erection began to press against my wife’s leg, and she noticed.
“See how much they love doing that?” she asked breathlessly. “I wish someone would fuck me like that…right now.”
Her words sent a wave of desire coursing through my veins. Without thinking twice, I reached down between her legs and found her wet pussy waiting for me. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, feeling her shudder with pleasure beneath my touch.
“Do you really want someone else to fuck you?” I asked huskily.
She nodded vigorously, her eyes locked onto mine. “Yes, please…”
“Then let’s make sure no one beats them,” I said, grasping the situation tightly, as I inserted my fingers deep inside her cunt. She gasped, gripping the sheets tightly. “You’re going to be a good slut for me tonight, aren’t you?” Her response was immediate – a moan filled with lust and eagerness.
I plunged into an intense rhythm, matching the strokes on the screen with my actions in reality. Her body arched under my ministrations, drawing more explicit sounds from her lips. “Fuck me harder, darling,” she pleaded, her voice heavy with desire. My hand worked tirelessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. The images on the TV grew more explicit, the shemales onscreen performing every taboo act imaginable. My wife’s reactions grew increasingly uninhibited. Her cries echoed through the room, carrying a primal intensity that made me lose myself even further in our shared pleasure. As I felt her walls clench around my fingers, signaling her imminent climax, I intensified my efforts, determined to make this experience unforgettable for both of us. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her entire body trembling as she surrendered to it. I continued to stroke her through her release, milking every last drop of pleasure from her.
When she finally came down from her high, she looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and mischief in her eyes. “That was something else,” she panted, catching her breath. “And you were right there with me the whole time.” She licked her lips seductively, hinting at something more to come. “Let’s see who can fuck better than those shemales.” With that, she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, preparing to take matters into her own hands – literally and figuratively. And that’s when the real show began…