She holds my aching cock, rests her shoulders against my chest, and sighs as her husband enters her.
For two years as her lover and his friend I have been plummeting toward this union.
He is blindfolded, protected from the sight of me.
She is in charge.
I… am stunned but happy.
She squeezes me and murmurs, “Now.”
Entering her, I can feel him. We form an unholy trinity, joined and separated in the one flesh.
The gravity of her passion pulls at us both until we splash against her shores.
I don’t know if I am blessed or damned.