Witnessing the intimate moment between a married couple, I couldn't help but crave for their attention

As I walked in on a married couple, their passion was palpable. Their bodies entwined, their moans filling the room, it was a sight to behold. My eyes locked with the wife's, a tantalizing invitation in her gaze. I couldn't resist the allure, and soon found myself drawn into their world. Her lips met my throbbing member, a sweet torture that left me yearning for more. The husband joined in, his hands exploring my body, his mouth claiming mine in a heated kiss. The humiliation was exhilarating, the pleasure overwhelming. Every touch, every moan, every gasp was a testament to their desire, and mine. Our bodies moved in sync, a symphony of pleasure that had me lost in ecstasy. The room was filled with our moans, our touches, our passion. It was a moment of raw, unfiltered desire, a taste of what we craved. And I, helplessly addicted, wanted more.