For a second I started to think back, wondering how we got to this point. Back on the balcony, the cool night air washing over us. The city lights twinkled below, but the scene was anything but peaceful. My wife Kelly was bent over the railing, her body trembling as Leon powerful black body crashed into her from behind. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his thrusts deep and powerful as Kelly’s moans echoed softly in the night air, her fingers digging into the railing for support. And beside her, I was in the same position, bent over the railing as Venice pounded me from behind. Her strap-on filled me completely, each thrust sending shivers of discomfort and shame through me. My hands gripped the railing, knuckles white as I tried to steady myself, but there was no escaping the feeling of her inside me. Kelly’s hand slipped into mine, our fingers intertwining as we both moaned, our bodies trembling with the rhythm of the fucking. In that moment, as humiliating as it was, I turned my head slightly and caught her gaze. She mouthed the words softly, her lips forming the shape I knew so I love you. I squeezed her hand, my heart pounding in my chest. “I love you too,” I mouthed back.