I'm getting turned on by my friend's wife's pussy while I masturbate. My friend walks in and catches me, but he doesn't mind. We continue to enjoy ourselves.

I've been struggling with my friend's wife, her curves driving me wild. I can't help but imagine her beneath me, her soft skin against mine. It's a constant battle, but I can't deny the attraction. As I'm alone, I find myself reaching for my cock, the sight of her sending my arousal through the roof. I'm not sure if I'm ready to confront her about my desires, but I know one thing for sure - I can't stop fantasizing about her. Every stroke of my hand brings her closer, her image etched in my mind. It's a dangerous game, one that could ruin our friendship, but the thought of being with her is too tempting to resist. I'm lost in my thoughts, my hand never stopping as I imagine her on top of me, her body moving in rhythm with mine. The pleasure is intense, but it's not enough. I need more, and I know exactly who I want to satisfy next.