My Friend 3:Watching My Friend and Her Husband Fuck in the Woods

We’d decided on a day trip outside the city, just the three of us — my friend, her husband, and me. After our steamy morning together, the air already felt charged with unspoken tension. The sun was high, the day warm and bright, and we eventually found ourselves wandering along a wooded trail, talking about nothing in particular. I noticed how she kept shooting me teasing glances, remembering how we’d just shared an intimate morning with our toys.

We took a break near a small clearing in the trees, the breeze cool against our sweaty skin. While her husband walked ahead a bit, I lingered with her, exchanging sly smirks, feeling the lingering heat between us. She shot me a wink, then followed him deeper into the woods, leaving me to sip water and pretend I wasn’t dying of curiosity.

A few minutes passed. I heard hushed voices from behind some bushes, then quiet laughter turning into soft moans. My heart thumped. I crept forward, half-trying to see, half-pretending I wasn’t. Through the leaves, I spotted them: he had her pressed against a thick tree trunk, his hands on her hips, her dress bunched around her waist. She looked over his shoulder, eyes meeting mine for a split second before she turned her face away, as if to say don’t blow our cover.