As the sun dipped low my husband loved showing everyone how good of a slut I was and I felt that familiar thrill rising inside me. Tonight was no different. My body were ready for attention and my urges were undeniable. Each moment was charged with anticipation. Then he arrived a man with a gaze that promised unadulterated passion. My pulse raced as he moved closer. I had always wanted being spitroasted by two bulls and this night was my chance. The thought alone was thrilling. Their touch was bold and demanding a hint to the wild ecstasy that was to unfold. Her body tingled with anticipation. Soon I was lost in a symphony of pleasures. My cries filled the room as she surrendered. Then another man joined the fray intensifying the thrill. My body was on overload. I reveled in their attention feeling utterly worshipped. Each stroke was a gift. This is what I craved this raw expression of lust. Her thoughts cleared replaced by pure sensation. The beat was unyielding driving me to the edge of control. My hips moved instinctively with them. My husband observed from the distance his gaze eyes with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal. He knew it was his. His hands explored every inch of my flesh. I was completely their plaything. The space was filled with the scent of passion and sweat. I was engulfed in the sensation. Every nerve ending ablaze a burning that consumed me. This was pure bliss. My cries echoed blending with their. It was a beautiful symphony. The was imminent a wave crashing over me. Her body trembled with. Afterward resting there content and drained a smile played on my lips. An incredible experience. They shared knowing glances a silent agreement. More soon. I knew this is just the start of our journey. The never stops. The camera was always capturing recording every sensual moment. A memory to cherish.