"Anwesha's cheeks were flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She took a deep breath, her chest rising with the effort. Then, she leaned back, her E-cup breasts spilling out over her ribcage. "Alright," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you two have to be gentle."
Steve and I exchanged a look, our eyes filled with a silent understanding. This was the moment we had all been waiting for, the moment where the walls between us crumbled away. With trembling hands, Steve picked up the card and read it once more, as if to confirm it wasn't a mirage. Then, with a nod to me, we both leaned in, our mouths eager to taste the forbidden fruit.
My heart raced as I took one of Anwesha's breasts into my mouth, the soft, velvety skin of her n!pple sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair, guiding me closer, urging me to suck harder. The sound of Steve's mouth on her other breast was erotic, and I felt a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a bond forged by this shared act of intimacy with our wife.
Lipsa watched with rapt attention, her own breasts heaving with excitement. Her hand slipped from her mouth to her own pu$sy, her fingers playing with her..."