Fucked in front of my husband

My wife's dirty fantasy (7)

Over the next few days, Grace kept asking me if I was absolutely sure about going through with this.

“Are you sure you want us to do this?” she’d ask, curled up beside me in bed.

Every time, I said yes. Maybe I was trying to reassure both of us.

Saturday arrived faster than we expected. Grace had pulled out all the stops. She looked stunning. Her legs were smooth, her pussy freshly shaved, and under her short skirt and tight top, she wore her sexiest lingerie. The kind that made it hard to think straight. Her cleavage spilled out just enough to tease, and her confidence that night was something else.

She had planned everything down to the last detail. The wine, the food, the mood. She told me exactly how she wanted it to go.

“We’ll have a few drinks,” she said as she lit a candle at the dinner table. “Then dinner. After that, we’ll go upstairs. I’ll be on the bed in my underwear, you two on either side of me. Then we just let go. No rules.”

She looked over