For us to take the bedroom

I turn my face from Phoebe, and look at my wife, “Sorry. I didn’t hear you. Do you need something.”

It’s awkward talking to your wife while your cock is buried in another woman’s pussy. I’m not moving, and keep myself totally still inside Phoebe. Her pussy clenches and squeezes my cock. Holy fuck. She is doing that on purpose. Oh shit. I might explode inside her if she keeps that up.

Monica says, “Since I kicked Joey out, I wanted to see if you two wanted to use the bedroom. You’d have a lot more space on the big bed to maneuver than this little couch.” She bites her lip, “But it looks like you two have had no problem getting close.”

Phoebe looks up at me and raises her eyebrows, “A bed might be nice.”

Oh. Was she not enjoying it here on the couch?

She adds, “I want to try out some more positions with you.”

Oh okay. I can breathe again. I turn to my wife and accept her offer, “Uh, sure. If you really don’t mind, we’ll move into the bedroom.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Monica says. “If I can’t have a good time, I might as well help my husband have the best time.”

I slowly pull out of Phoebe, and sit up. I help Phoebe off the couch. Examining her body, I run through all the positions I want to take her in. I definitely need to clap that ass by taking her from behind. I clasp her hand and start to lead her to the bedroom.

Phoebe turns to my wife and asks, “Are you staying out here, or will you be joining us in bed?”