My lover is my husband's best friend. I eagerly await his return

I yearned for his return, my husband's best friend, the man who had been granted the privilege of pleasuring me when my spouse was absent. His arrival ignited a flame within me, a desire to surrender to his every whim. As he entered, I eagerly embraced him, my lips tracing a path to his ears, whispering my deepest desires. His tongue danced over my skin, exploring every inch of my body until it found its way to my moist folds. He devoured me, his tongue a skilled musician, playing a symphony of pleasure that echoed through my room. The anticipation built, his thick member ready to penetrate me, and I welcomed it, my body quivering with anticipation. He took me from behind, his strong hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me, his every stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Finally, he reached the pinnacle, his release filling me, leaving me spent and satisfied.