If you love her, let her fly higher (2)

"Mmm." She lay on top of me, tilting her head to look into my eyes, nodding provocatively. Her little hands were restless, grasping my hard penis. I started to get excited, holding her waist and pressing her soft breasts against my chest: "Had your fun?" She grinned mischievously: "Just this last time, he made me stand by the bed so he could fuck me from behind, it felt so good." I teased her by letting her ride on top of me: "Oh, you like it, sister. Let him come tomorrow, we'll both take good care of you, make you feel good to your heart's content." "Hehe... do you even need to call? He'll know you're back, won't he come running? It'll give him a good excuse to come." She said, slowly stroking me.
Just as my wife said, the next night my buddy showed up unexpectedly, jokingly saying it was a welcome-back party. I knew he had ulterior motives. After drinking, there wasn't much of a process. After showering, the three of us got into bed. I was about to dim the lights, I like sex to happen in a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere. My wife laughed between us, "Don't turn it off, I like it with the lights on." Damn, not only can't we play, but we also like watching my wife play. I had no choice but to go along with it. We half-lay on the bed, leaning against the headboard and the blankets. I kissed my wife, "Wife, let loose tonight, don't pretend to be a lady, we'll make you a queen for once." Saying this, I had her hold one of my breasts in each hand, and we started kissing her earlobes, her neck, and finally, one of her breasts. Her body began to react noticeably: she started to writhe, and her breathing became rapid. I released her nipples, knelt in front of her, and held my breasts up to her face: "Wife, look, see if ours are the same." My buddy copied me, holding his own breasts over: "Yes, yes, sister-in-law, take a good look." My wife then held one in each hand and carefully compared them. It was then that I saw my buddy's breasts for the first time: about the same length as mine, but not as thick. I felt a mix of pride and disappointment. I'm proud that I have some advantages over him. What I'm hoping for is a wasted finger; the thing that makes my wife fly is longer than mine. Seeing how intently my wife was looking, I urged her, "Wife, what's the point of just looking? Try it with your mouth and see if it tastes the same." My wife quickly turned her face away in refusal. She and I are a bit of a joker; she's afraid I'll laugh at her for being cheap, so she only carefully puts my penis in her mouth when we're playing 69 and I'm giving her oral sex and she's really aroused. Her oral skills aren't great; it's more like a poor imitation. She's most afraid of me ejaculating in her mouth.

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