Cunnilingus with an audience

I crawl to Phoebe. Her knees bent up and she spreads her thighs. Her little pussy awaits me. Her fingers slide over the perfectly manicured black pubic hair and split her plump dark lips. Her bubblegum pink interior makes my mouth water.

I kiss down her thighs. The fragrance of her pussy overwhelms me—a reminder we all just had hot sex. My cock still has Rachel on it. I ask, “Is there cum in this pussy?”

“No,” Phoebe answers, “Ross pulled out and came in the grass.”

At least I don’t have to worry about eating another man’s cum. Even if he did come in her, I’m now too drunk to care. I lap my tongue through her. She moans and watches me intently: so overjoyed that someone is giving her oral.

As I eat Phoebe out, Rachel’s hands roam and massage my body. I don’t know where she found body oil, but I’m not complaining. Her hands slide over my muscles. I’ve never been more relaxed licking a pussy. Then her hands leave my shoulders, arms and back. They slide beneath my waist. She massages my thighs and ass cheeks. God I want her to reach under me and slide that oiled hand up and down my cock.

I’m so fucking horny. I need to come. I put that sexual frustration into my tongue. I lap at Phoebe’s pussy until she’s squirming in pleasure. I insert a finger. She’s sloppy wet. I rub and lap. She grips my hair and pulls when she comes. She screams my name as the top of her lungs.

The bed moves, and Rachel straddles my hips. Her hands massage my back with increased pressure. I lower my head from Phoebe’s pussy and relax. I feel the tension releasing. I wonder if she oils up and massages Ross after they run. She praises me for my performance.

She bends forward and whispers in my ear, “You just made two different women come tonight, and you haven’t come once. I think we need to change that.”

We? Is she in on a threesome now?

I can’t help it: I ask a dumb question. “What about your husband?”

Rachel whispers in my ear, “He was right about us. He should’ve been jealous. I need your dick in me again. One time wasn’t enough.”