In front of the mirror

Rachel whispers in my ear, “I want to do it in front of the mirror so I can watch you fuck me.” She sensually sighs into my ear, then nibbles my earlobe.

We get up off the bed and head over to the chairs by the mirrors. Phoebe still lays face down on the bed. Monica rides Ross while Joey has a handful of her boob and a nipple sucked into his mouth. She moans in pleasure. She doesn’t notice Rachel and I leave the bed.

I look up into the mirror and check out the view of Rachel in front of me. Her black lingerie top has been pulled down and her tits sway with each step. They are substantial and hang from her skinny frame. Her nipples are so pale: her areola the same color of her flesh. My graze travels down and I see that she has lost her tiny g-string. Between her black garters is a patch of light red pubic hair. Her black stockings still run from her thighs to her feet.

She turns a chair sideways next to the mirror, and has me sit down. She gets down on her knees, and grabs my cock with her hand. She licks it with her wet tongue and laughs. “Now I know what Phoebe’s vagina tastes like.”

I sit back in the chair and watch her blow me in the mirror. She is good. She occasionally glances on the mirror to see how she looks with my cock in her mouth. She looks too sexy. I have to distract myself so I don’t come quickly in her mouth.

I look away from Rachel to the action happening on the bed. Monica is no longer riding, but has been put on her hands and knees. Her corset has been stripped off. Ross fucks her forcefully from behind. His hands massage her thick ass cheeks. My wife’s hanging tits swing with each thrust.

Rachel comes up from sucking me to kiss me. After she breaks the kiss, I notice that her big tits are at my eye level. I cup one in my hand and bring her hard pale nipple to my mouth. I gently suck it. She moans, “Oh yes, please.”

I run my hand up her rib cage squeeze her other tit. A woman this skinny should not have such fat tits. They are bigger yet perkier than my wife’s. They are incredible and I worship them with my mouth and hands. Rachel runs her hands through my hair and moans encouragements.

She finally pulls my head away, and says, “I need you inside of me.” She stands up and straddles my lap. She guides my dick as she slowly sits. She breathes in heavy, and says, “Oh my. I need to take it slow. You have a much different penis that Ross.” Her pussy is much tighter than Phoebe’s. It takes her a bit too loosen up enough to take me all the way inside of her. When she does, I have to distract myself again because it feels too damn good and I want to blow my load inside her. I turn my head and look in the mirror again.

Monica lays prone and Joey’s large body looms over her thrusting into her from behind. Her head is turned and she is panting. Her hands clutch at the bedsheets. His mouth is next to her ear and he is talking to her has he pounds her.

I look to the other couple on the bed. Phoebe’s fishnet bodystocking is in tatters. It has been ripped apart to get to her pierced tits. Her and Ross are in a missionary position, except he is the one on his back with his knees raised in the air. Phoebe is on top working her hips into him. Over the moans, I can hear her calling him her little bitch. From that position she is dominating him.

I hear Rachel say, “We look so hot together. Especially with your sexy arms wrapped around me.” I look at the mirror to see the view she is describing. Her lean fit body does look amazing on me.

I hug my arms around her tight and stand up. In the mirror I see the muscles in the legs and flex. Rachel screams and wraps her long legs around my waist. My thick cock looks huge in her thin body. I move my hand down to her thighs to help support her weight.

I push her up against the wall, and I fuck her. I fuck her with all the energy I have left. Sweat pours down my body. I’m breathing like I’m in the final sprint of a long race. I’m about to come. I take her from the wall, and take a few wobbly steps to the bed. We collapse down onto the soft mattress. My cock explodes cum deep inside of her. It’s incredible. My dick throbs and throbs as I fill her. Her legs lock me inside of her, and I have no intention of moving. I want to stay in her tight pussy the rest of the night.

Rachel caresses my back as we lay entwined catching our breath. Our breathing is so loud, it almost drowns out the sounds of the other couples.

I hear Joey say, “Open your mouth.” And then grunt loudly. Monica responds, “Not my hair, not my hair. Damn it!”

Phoebe says, “It’s okay. Hey go lick my husband’s cum out of her hair, bitch.” SMACK. “Hurry up!” SMACK.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to do that. I’ll take a shower,” Monica says. “Oh shit. Okay. You’re actually doing it.”

Rachel whispers in my each, “What the hell did Phoebe do to my husband?”

I finally open my eyes and see what is going on. Ross is sucking on strands of my wife’s hair. His ass is bright red from Phoebe’s smacking. Joey is laying face down on the bed, Phoebe is rubbing his lower back while watching Ross.

My hard cock is still inside Rachel. She hasn’t made any move to take me out since we collapsed on the bed. I ask her, “What’s next?”