I break her

The badass woman with the expensive jewelry lays up on the bed, her legs spread wide. As I kiss her calves I ask, “Have you ever thought about getting your pussy pierced?”

“Yes. But Joey said no,” she pouts.

“He’s no fun,” I reply. My kissing lips race up her thighs. “I could never say no to you.”

She grins at me, “I have you wrapped around my finger.” She raises the finger she plunged into my ass.

“Now it’s my turn to get you wrapped around mine,” I say as I slide a single finger into her wet warm pussy.

Her petite body arches and moans. I reach up and grab the center circle holding all her chains. I pull it toward me and it yanks gently on her pierced nipples. Her moan, almost guttural, vibrates through her like a cat’s purr.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy Phoebe.” I bury my face and lap at her pussy between words. “Gorgeous.” Lick. “Funny.” Lick. “Smart.” Lick. “Edgy.” Lick. “Everything about you turns me on.”

My tongue laps at her sensitive bud. The chain pulls at her pierced nipples, stretching them. The chain holds under the tension. It holds while her body convulses in orgasm. She writhes beneath my tongue and fingers.

She’s cries out, “Oh fuck! Stop! Oh god! Stop!”

I let go of the chain. It jingles as it hits her body. I take my fingers out of her pussy. My chin drips with her taste. I enjoy the sight of her body in bliss.

When her eyes finally crack open and look at me, I ask, “How was it?”

“Fucking fantastic,” she grins, drunk with endorphins.

“Is that something that happens with Joey?”

“Never. He’s never made me come so hard I’ve had to tell him to stop.”

I smile, “So we both did something our spouses have never done.”

She waves me to, “Come here.” I join her, and she immediately snuggles her naked body against me. I envelop her with my arms. She rubs her cheeks against my chest. She says, “We should run away together.”

“Your husband’s dick is way bigger than mine,” I say jokingly.”

“Overrated.”

I think of another reason. “What are our kids?”

“We can make more. And we’d have a fun time doing it.”

Phoebe is freaky the way I like. This intimacy has brought of a sweetness in her that I haven’t seen. She actually makes me think we could work out.

I say, “Having Monica as an ex would be rough.”

“I could take her,” Phoebe says. “You’ll just have to distract her so I can hit her with a frying pan from behind.”

I ask, “Want to try to keep this going? I don’t want this to be the last time we’re naked together.”

“Yes. Definitely,” Phoebe smile brightens my heart. “Do we tell our spouses or keep it a secret?”