Leaves

He huffs, “I can’t watch my wife suck an inferior tiny penis. I’m getting something to drink. When I get back, I’m fucking the shit out of you.”

Monica says, “Talking like that is taking me out of the mood. Go get a drink and cool off.”

He leaves, and my wife immediately hops off the bed locks the door. She prances back to the bed, her thick body jiggling. “Sorry. Insecurity is so unattractive.”

“Yeah,” agrees Phoebe, “he was being a douche. Hopefully he learns his lesson. Would you like to suck your husband’s cock with me?”

Monica smiles, “I’d love to.”

They both lay down prone on either side of me. Their tongues lick up my cock. Phoebe’s plump lips give sucking kisses on my shaft while my wife vigorously sucks my tip. Phoebe’s small hand cups and massages my balls. The two wives giggle and fawn over my cock as they suck. They take turns trying to deepthroat me, seeing who could suck me furthest.

I knew it was coming. There’s pounding at the door. Joey booms, “Unlock the door or I’m knocking it down.”

Monica says, “No away. I don’t want your skinny dick anymore.”

Phoebe laughs, “Oh no. Don’t make fun of his dick.”

He roars, “I’m gonna split you in half when I get in there.” The door rattles as he throws his weight against it.

“Your dick looks like a fucking tootsie pop,” Monica yells giggling. I’m suddenly reminded that she’s drunk. She thinks this is hilarious, and not potentially life-threatening.

“Oh my god,” Phoebe says. She bites her knuckle to stifle her laughter. “Stop. He can’t handle it.”

My wife doesn’t stop. She yells even more loudly than before, “WE’RE SUCKING A REAL MAN’S DICK NOW! GO SLEEP ON THE COUCH!”

“I’m fucking killing you with my cock!” Joey growls and slams against the door.