Elizabeth couldn’t pull her hand to James’ fast enough to stop him without making the covers move, so she sat frozen for a split second, feeling every bit like a whore. But she was officially stuck, and had one option - full participation. She massaged her husband’s cock through his jeans, pressing her thigh against his as his fingers slid upwards.<br/><br/>At the same time, her mind was focused entirely on pleasuring Andrew, how much she wished James wasn’t there, how much her body craved feeling him pounding into her. She felt him adjust her hand and changed her rate immediately, following his slower pace.