I watched from just an arm’s length away, my heart pounding harder with every breath she took. My wife stood between us, skin warm, eyes heavy with anticipation. The room felt charged, like the air itself was pressing in. I guided her closer, my hands steady even though my thoughts weren’t. Seeing her want this—seeing her trust me enough to share the moment—sent a rush through my body that I couldn’t hide. He moved behind her, confident and calm, and the contrast between us made the moment even more intense. She gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders, caught between us. Every sound she made told me she was overwhelmed, stretched by the attention, lost in the sensation of being completely desired. I stayed close, watching her reactions, feeling every shiver as if it were my own.