Hard and ready

I crawl out from other the blanket. I straddle my wife’s chest. She doesn’t make a comment about my flaccid dick. She just immediately wrapped her lips around it and sucked my entire shaft into her mouth.

It’s a sight that I’ve wanted to see for so long. A memory that I’ve jerked off to. Memories of my wife blowing me when we were still dating. Now she’s finally sucking me again. And vigorously. Oh god. So much spit. She is devouring my cock.

And my cock fucking hardens in my wife’s mouth. I’m so excited. I loudly praise her, knowing that my friends might be listening, “God Monica you’re so good at sucking my cock. Nobody’s sucked me better.” Except the blowjob I had ten minutes ago.

Her mouth pops off my cock, and she strokes me as she catches her breath. “It’s been so long. I forgot how much I like sucking your cock. I used to do it so much more.”

“You haven’t lost your skill,” I say.

Still stroking, Monica whispers, “After I heard how much Rachel gave head to Ross I felt like a bad wife.”

“You’re not a bad wife,” I say. “Definitely don’t compared our relationship to theirs.”

Fuck. I’ve been the bad husband. I think about the fantastic blowjob I just received from Rachel. My wife would never blow my friends. I received a blowjob from my best friend’s wife. I’m a cheater. Guilt flows over me.

Monica says, “I have been a bad wife. Do whatever you want to me tonight.”