In the middle of the house

I can’t get over my jealousy that my wife wants another man. I want her to be jealous of me. I want her focus off of how long Joey’s cock is, and on how loud Phoebe’s moans are.

I stand up with Phoebe still in my lap. She wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me.

I say, “Let’s fuck inside. Too many mosquitoes out here.”

I walk us to the door. The weight of her hardly slows me. She starts to slide down, so I place a hand beneath her ample ass for support. I take the opportunity to squeeze her ass.

Phoebe giggles, “Oh yeah. You’re starting to forget you’re married already.”

I open the door, and maneuver us inside. I take us to the living room, and walk to the couch that’s closest to the door to my bedroom, the room Monica is changing in.

Before I sit down, Phoebe unlatches from me. I sit down, and she immediately straddles my lap. She reaches and pulls my shirt over my head. “I can’t be the only one who’s topless.”

The metal from her piercings press into my skin as she moves up against me. Her face hovers above mine. She combs her hand into my hair, and then grips it tightly. She tilts my face up to hers. She commands, “Tell me you would’ve picked me tonight.”

Even though I probably would’ve picked Rachel, because her tits had me hypnotized, I can’t deny how attracted I am to Phoebe. I say, “I would’ve taken you that very first day we met if I could.”

Phoebe’s eyes blare with lust, “You would’ve fucked me on the side of that mountain? Right on the trail?”

“Yes,” I put my hand behind her head, and bring her in for our first kiss. Mouths open, tongues swirling. When she pulled out, she kept my bottom lip between her teeth pulling it out. It hurts so much, I wonder if I’m bleeding now. I lick my lip to check. Phoebe watches my tongue work, and is definitely getting naughty ideas.

I say, “Your ass looked incredible. I couldn’t believe such a little woman could have such a plump ass. I wanted to smack it so bad.” I reach back and smack her ass, then give it a rough squeeze. “I wanted to pull them down, and bury my face in you.”

“That sounds like a perfect way to start our night,” Phoebe says, standing up off of me. Then she steps up, and stands on the cushion of the couch, then bends over, and grabs the back with her hands. She looks over to me, “This will be easier on your neck, and you won’t have to get down on your knees.”

I stand up, and step behind Phoebe. I give her perfect ass a few more slaps. I don’t know when I’m going to get another opportunity like this. I hope the smacks are loud enough that Monica can hear them from the other room. Then I violently yank down Phoebe’s yoga pants. She steps out of them and throw them to the ground.

I smack her bare ass, and she lets out a little cry. Phoebe looks back over her shoulder, “You must have pent up aggression for me over the years.”

“You have no idea,” I say and give her other cheek a smack. I grip each cheek and spread them apart. She has a little star asshole, and dark pussy lips surrounded by black pubic hair. I spread her lips, and gasp, “Thats the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen!”

“You like my pussy?” Phoebe teases, then waves her ass back and forth in front of my face.

I lean forward and bury my face between her cheeks. My nose rubs against her opening, and my nose laps forward against her clit. Phoebe lets out a loud moan. “Oh fuck Chandler! It’s been so long since I’ve been licked like that.”

“I’m sorry eating pussy makes me gag!” Joey’s voice fills the room. “The last time I went down on you, I threw up.”

I look up from Phoebe’s pussy to see my fat naked friend standing in the living room watching us. His large stomach hangs. Where did his huge dick go!? His small flaccid penis is dwarfed by his dangling balls. I cough back a laugh.

Joey sees what I’m looking at. “You won’t be laughing at my dick when you hear what it does to your wife.”

“Sorry. It’s just a sharp contrast from when you were hard,” I reach a hand between Phoebe’s legs and run a finger through her wet pussy. “You are missing out. Your wife’s pussy tastes amazing.”

“Lick it all you want. It’s yours tonight,” Joey pats his stomach. “I have a date with a curvy brunette who is craving my nine inches.”

“We just measured you. Stop saying you have a nine inch cock,” Phoebe says.

“I wasn’t turned on enough at the fire. I’m sure Monica can make me grow another half an inch. I hope she doesn’t mind gagging. It’ll turn me on so much if she gags on my cock.” I can see his dick visibly lengthen as he turns himself on.

“You’re welcome to come watch if you’re interested,” Joey says, and then walks his fat ass to my bedroom. He opens the door, and yells out, “Damn bitch that is some sexy fucking lingerie. Too bad you won’t be wearing it long.”