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In our dimly lit living room, our wife's eyes meet ours, a mischievous glint in them. She reaches out, unbuckling our best friend's jeans, his hard cock springing free. She grips it, her hands working in tandem, her pace quickening as she leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at his tip. She takes him in, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size, her hands never ceasing their relentless rhythm. The room is filled with her wet, gagging sounds, the scent of her perfume and his precum mingling. Our friend's body tenses, his cock pulsing as he spills his load into her mouth. She swallows, licking her lips, her eyes never leaving ours, the silent message clear: this is her game now.