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The sterile, antiseptic air of the consultation room was a stark contrast to the feverish warmth blooming under Kari’s skin. Her husband’s hand, a comforting weight on her lower back, felt both like an anchor and a gentle push into the unknown. The doctor’s gaze, intense and appraising, traveled over her with a heat that made her breath catch, a silent conversation unfolding between the three of them. Then the inner door opened, revealing his colleague, whose calm, observant eyes added a new, thrilling dimension to the charged atmosphere. A shared, unspoken understanding passed between the four, a delicate thread of anticipation weaving them together in that small, private world. Kari’s heart hammered against her ribs as the first touch came, not from the expected direction, but a soft, questioning hand on her shoulder from the newcomer. She leaned into it, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the wave of sensation, hearing her husband’s soft, approving sigh from across the room. Fingers, skilled and deliberate, traced the line of her jaw, while another set worked to loosen the tension in her shoulders, each touch a whispered promise. The world narrowed to the symphony of shared breaths, the rustle of clothing, and the electric charge of skin meeting skin in a dance of mutual discovery. She felt cherished and desired, not by one, but within a complex, beautiful constellation of longing and acceptance. In that suspended moment, every glance, every sigh, every tender caress wove a tapestry of connection more intimate than she had ever dreamed possible.
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