A man caught his wife in the throes of ecstasy, her hands exploring her own body, a sight that ignited his desire. He joined her, his tongue delving into her wet depths, tasting her sweet nectar. She reciprocated, her fingers exploring his length and width, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft. Their bodies entwined, they lost themselves in the rhythm of their pleasure, their moans filling the room. The man withdrew, leaving her to continue her self-pleasure, her fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh until she reached the peak of her pleasure, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. The woman, left bared and exposed, continued to pleasure herself, her body writhing in the throes of her own pleasure, a sight that only served to heighten her arousal.