Let’s focus on Chandler

Rachel answers, “I don’t think I’m comfortable doing any lesbian stuff. I’m sorry. You’re a very pretty girl, and I’m sure you could do wonderful things with your tongue, but I’m just not into it. Besides Chandler is the one who wanted this. I think the threesome should revolve around him.”

Looking a little disappointed, Phoebe turns to me, “Aren’t you a very lucky guy tonight? I hope you’re good at multitasking to give us both pleasure, so no one feels left out.”

“I’ve never done a threesome before,” I say. “But I’ll try to make sure everyone is pleasured.”

“Don’t think too hard about it, and just go with the flow,” Phoebe advises. She looks at the athletic goddess in black lingerie, “Are you ready for this?”

Rachel answers, “Yes let’s do it before the whiskey wears off. Chandler, sit on the bed, right here.”

She directs me where to sit: my ass on the bed and my feet on the floor. She waves Phoebe over. Phoebe gets off the bed, and joins Rachel on the floor. My best friends’ wives kneel in front of me.

Phoebe glances at Rachel’s exposed body, and says, “I feel so overdressed right now.” She wears a long sleeve shirt, and pajama pants. Her clothes out by the fire were more revealing than her bedroom attire.

“I’m sure Chandler will even us out later,” Rachel says. She reaches up, and unbuttons my pants. She unzips them slowly. I lift my hips, and she pulls the down my legs, and takes them off my body.

Checking me out in my underwear, Phoebe says, “Looks like you’re already excited.”

“How could I not be hard already? You see what Rachel is wearing.” I say looking down. And this angle is giving me the perfect view of Rachel’s big tits.

“Alright, let’s check out this dick you’ve been adjusting all night,” Phoebe says. She grabs the waistband of my boxer briefs, and pulls them down my body. She tosses them behind her, and both wives sit there checking out my erection.

Rachel glances at Phoebe, smiling nervously. “I’m waiting for you to say something. You have seen way more penises than me.”

I shift, and ask, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah everything is okay,” Phoebe says. “I think we both didn’t expect you to have such a big dick.”

Rachel laughs, “Yeah it’s surprising. You’re not a big guy, so I was expecting something proportional.” She grabs the base of my hard cock, she wraps her lips around my head. Her warm wet mouth encompasses me. Her tongue gently licks at my tip, as her lips suck further down my cock. Fuck she looks so hot with my dick in her mouth.

Her lips come off my cock with a pop. She says, “I can see how Monica’s jaw gets tired.” Her thumb on her hand gripping my shaft rubs up and down on me.

Rachel bends my cock and aims it at Phoebe. Still wearing her black framed glasses, Phoebe looks up at me as she swirls her tongue around my mushroom head, then she opens wide and swallows it. Her tongue is much more active than Rachel’s. I have to close my eyes in pleasure, as her tongue aggressively licks and swirls my cock in her mouth. While she works my cock head, she takes off her glasses, and sets them on the night stand. Then she starts bobbing her head, and sucking my cock deeper. Oh fuck.

Rachel scratches her nails down my thigh to get my attention. I look to her as he unclasps her bra, and lets her big milky tits spill free. They’re incredibly big on her skinny frame and sag with their size. I want to use my tongue to connect the freckles dotting them. Her nipples are almost invisible with small nubs centering her tits. I reach over, and lift one heavy tit. I massage the softness in my hand. I utter, “Oh my god.”

Phoebe stops sucking to check out what’s taken my attention. She says, “Dang girl. You got some big ole titties.” She moves to the side, so Rachel can take a turn sucking me.

Before she sucks me again, I take a big breast in each hand. I squeeze them together and admire the sight. I wrap the soft milky flesh around my dark hard cock. Rachel asks, “Do you want to tit-fuck me?”

I answer, “No. I just wanted to see what my cock looks like against your pale body.”

“It’s looks like you have a mulatto dick,” Phoebe says, checking me out.

Rachel lowers her head, and starts sucking me again. Really sucking me this time. Now just sucking on the head like a Tootise Pop. Her lips suck up and down my shaft, going lower and lower with each pass. Phoebe gave head better in the first round, but now Rachel is warmed up and really letting her skills shine. She’s getting sloppy too. Spit drips down my cock, and her mouth slurps it up. I can only groan, “Oh fuck Rachel, you’re such a good little cocksucker.”

She answers, “MmmHmmm” in agreement with my cock still in her mouth. The sound vibrates on my shaft.

Even Phoebe agrees with me, “I didn’t expect Rachel to get so nasty with her blowjob skills. I love it. She’s a freak for sucking dick.”

“MmmmHmmmm,” Rachel agrees again. She takes her mouth off my cock, and licks the length, cleaning up her spit. “I’m a slut for sucking cock. Don’t tell anyone.”

I reach down, and grab Rachel under her armpits and pull her up to me. I say, “Get that dirty mouth up here.” She sits on the bed next to me, and I make out with her drool covered lips. I taste my pre-cum on her tongue as it twist inside my mouth. As we make out, Phoebe returns to sucking my cock.

There’s so much pleasure going on. I have to detach my mind from my cock getting suck. If I pay attention to how good it feels, or how sexy Phoebe’s plump lips look on my shaft, then I’ll explode in her mouth. So I focus on kissing Rachel, and playing with her big tits.

I sigh in Rachel’s ear, “You’re so fucking sexy. I’ve been looking at these tits all night.”

She giggles, “I know. I wore that shirt just for you. I love the way you look at me. How you look at me with such lust and desire. It makes me feel so hot.”

I unleashed my lust and desire with my mouth. I kiss, and suck on her long neck. Then my hair is pulled, and my neck is turned. Phoebe pulls my face to hers, and kisses me. I put my hair behind her neck, and pull her head into mine. My aggressive kisses are met with her nimble tongue, which dodges my closing mouth.

I break the kiss, and say, “I think it’s time.”

“Time for what?” Phoebe asks, her dark eyes looking into mine.