This is a continuation of part 1

I had my suspicions that he had figured it out. We have been married for 25 years, I would think and to a degree hope that he would know the difference between kissing his wife and kissing someone else. and Especially the scent and taste of his wife while going down on her compared to someone else.

I still wanted him to be surprised though. Deep down a part of me, a deviant, mischievous, part of me wanted him to be fooled, regardless of how morally corrupt tricking him into having sex with someone else may be.

He reached up with one hand and pulled the scarf obscuring his vision from his head.

"Hi Diane"

"Hey", she responded breathlessness

Then he let out a light chuckle then looked at me and said he had a feeling that I would try something like this tonight.

Then his face turned very serious and he looked me in the eye, like he was looking at my soul. The room was silent other than Diane's heaving breathing as she recovered from what my husband's tongue had just done to her.

There was a long pause then he asked, "do you really want this?"

I know the look on my face was reminiscent of a child asking for candy or a cookie, when I beggingly responded, "Please"

Like Wesley to Buttercup, he gave a slight nod and simply said, "As you wish"

Still positioned over Diane's body, my husband adjusted his position over her body to better line himself up with her. He reached down between her legs and gently stroked the skin of her clean shaven and freshly eaten pussy and began to run his fingers over and in between her lower lips. She let out a gasp at his touch and I could see her hips raise to try and meet the touch of his hand.

My husband then looked at me and motioned his head toward the large charge in the corner next to the bed. Understanding i was to be only a spectator and not a participant. I leaned down and gave Diane a kiss, and whispered to her, take good care of him. She moaned softly and nodded her head.

I slid backwards off the bed, My eyes never leaving my two favorite lovers, I didn't to miss anything.

As i settled into my chair My husbands leaned down and kissed Diane again. pulling back he asked her as he asked me, "Do you really want this", His hands still caressing between her legs. Like me, all Diane could get out was a breathless "Please".

His hands began to move more vigorously between her legs and Diane let out a gasp. I could see her hips begin to rise off the bed, pushing hard against his hands, His think finger for sure having pushed passed her lips and as deep as they could reach into her waiting and wet pussy. Her breaths became shorter and faster, almost squeaks as his hand moved roughly against her body. Her body began to tense, her arms reaching up around his neck, pulling his face to hers. Diane kissing him hard on the lips as her arms held onto his body as if she thought she was going to fall off the bed.

Suddenly her entire body tenses and she pulled his face to her chest as she broke the kiss and let out a howl of pleasure. Her orgasm taking her body as the muscles in her legs began to shake. Involuntarily her hips thrust hard against his hand trying to force his fingers deeper into contracting pussy, drawing as much pleasure as she could from the sudden and intense release.

Diane's Body fell limp to the bed, her arms falling from my husbands neck and to her side. She was once again gasping for air as her body tried to recover from its onslaught of pleasure.

Again my husband adjusted his position over her limp and sweat covered body. His thighs spreading and pushing her legs apart as he lowered his body closer to her. I leaned forward and to the side hunting for the best view i could. I wanted to see the moment it happened. The two people i loved the most, the two lovers who have brought so much pleasure to my own body were finally going to experience each other for the first time.

From the chair i could see very little other than the flex of his ass as he lowered his hips to her. A few small movements and then Diane let out gasp and "Oh God Yessssssssssss" as my husbands cock pushed into her. I knew he was taking his time, Pushing every inch of his amazing cock into her a slow tease as he slowly slid himself deeper into her. And just as slowly as he pushed in, he began to draw himself out drawing another gasp from Diane.

I have told her many times how he likes to take his time, tease my body and build up the pressure and my wanton desire, until I am begging for him to give me release. He was doing this now to Diane, slowly pushing into her, sliding his thick cock as deep into her wet, clinching pussy as he could , pause for a moment and then slowly drawing out again. Stopping just as the rim of the head parts her lips, making he beg him not to withdraw completely.

He teased her like this for several more strokes until Diane began to move her own hips, pushing opposite his movements, trying to take him quickly and forcefully into her. each time she would thrust her hips at him, he would pull back, giving her nothing. Each time drawing a whimper from Diane who was wanting more.

"Please... harder... faster... i need more..." came the plea of desperation. She had fallen into his trap.

He held his hips up, the tip of his cock resting between her lips. Before she could finish the last words of her plea he drove his cock hard and deep into her, there sweat covered skin making the sound of a loud clap as their bodies came together.

At the sound of the clap I jumped in my seat and Diane let out a cry of pleasure "Oh God, YES!", then he pulled back again slowly slid back into her. He repeated his tease. Each time she would beg for more he would thrust hard and deep into her eliciting a cry of pleasure and the occasional profanity.

After some time he gave up his slow tease and began to increase his pace, moving fast with each stroke. Their bodies were now covered in a glistening layer of sweat that began to drip from his body as he worked his body into hers. Diane reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. I could see their tongues dancing together as they shared the lust between them.

Longing to be more than a spectator and feel my own pleasure my hands were busy exploring my own pleasure center. My right hand massaging my breast and pulling at a nipple while the fingers of my left hand delved into my own wet and hungry pussy, trying to match the movements of my husbands body and sharing in Diane's pleasure.

I was leaning forward, eyes fixed on the adulterous action in front of me. my best friend being ravaged on my martial bed by my own husbands bare cock. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to taste them, touch them, feel them. I wanted to kiss Diane or wrap my hands around my husbands tightening ball sack and kneed his cum into her. I was a woman lost and possessed with desire. I leaned forward off the chair and my hand abandoning my breast and reaching out to the bed, longing to touch them.

"NO" came a bark and i was shaken from my lustful trance.
"You wanted this, so sit down" came his deep commanding voice.

By instinct I sat back in my place as my eyes met his, a stone stare looking back at me. I was being put in my place.

I whispered to myself, "I am only an observer, not a participant"