My Wife’s Lesbian Affair with My Female Friend

I still remember the exact night everything shifted with that lesbian affair, the air thick between my wife and my best friend as we sat around the kitchen table after too much wine, their eyes lingering a beat too long until she finally leaned in, and I just watched, heart pounding, as they kissed with a slow, deliberate hunger that turned my world upside down, her hand sliding up my friend’s thigh under the dim light, pulling her closer until their bodies melted together in a tangle of breathless gasps and trembling fingers, and I couldn’t look away as they explored every curve, the slick heat of their mouths, the way my wife moaned against her skin while my friend whispered dirty little encouragements, their legs intertwining on the couch as I sat frozen, aching, watching them build to shuddering peaks right there in front of me.