Monica and Ross

We sneak across the room to see who is on the couch. Ross is sprawled totally naked on his back. His pale muscular body is spotted with freckles. His arms are held out in front of him, and his hands grip fistfuls of brunette hair from the head that hovers above his waist. Monica kneels above him, wearing a T-shirt and flannel pajama shorts. Her back is arched and her ass is rounded into the air.

Monica grips around the base of his long penis, leaving more than half of it exposed. His cock head is completely engulfed in her mouth. Her brown eyes stare up at him, and she sucks down to where her hand is gripped. He bites his lower lips and says, “You look so fucking sexy sucking my dick.”

Rachel trips, and catches her balance by grabbing an end table. Her hand knocks a remote, and it clatters onto the floor. Both Ross and Monica look over at us. His dick still halfway in her mouth.

Ross says, “Welcome back. You two get everything cleaned up out there?” He laughs, and Monica stops sucking his dick and raises her head. He says to her, “Don’t stop. I had to watch my wife suck his dick, so it’s only fair he gets the pleasure of watching his wife suck my dick.”

She doesn’t immediately return to sucking. She looks at me and asks, “Do you want to watch me suck his dick?” I don’t respond, and she sticks her tongue out and swirls it around his head. “It’s really long. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it all the way down.” Her brown eyes smile, and she asks, “Want to see how much of it I can stuff down my throat?”