My wife and I have some fun

I walk out of the room, my hard cock still dark from the tight fucking. The tv is on the in the living room. I walk in and see who is sitting on the couch. First I see the mess of tangled brown hair, and know it is my beautiful wife Monica. Her pale smooth legs rest on the coffee table. My eyes travel up her thick thighs to her small flannel pajama shorts. She has put back on her hoodie. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra underneath from how low her big breasts rest.

Monica is eating a bowl of ice cream. She laughs when she sees me standing naked. “There you are. Who have you gotten yourself into?”

I explain, “I have Phoebe cuffed to the bed. Do you want to come have some fun with her?”

“Oh yeah. Let’s do it.” She gets off the couch and keeps her ice cream with her as we go into Phoebe’s room. I close the door behind us.

From the bed Phoebe says, “Hey girl. Is that ice cream?”

“You want some?” Monica walks over next to her and examines her body. “I like your tattoo.” She rubs her hand up the full length of the tattoo.

“Thank you,” says Phoebe. “And I would love some ice cream. I need to energize after what your husband did to me.”

“Oh yeah? What did he do to you?” Monica takes a spoonful of ice cream out of the bowl but doesn’t bring it to Phoebe’s mouth. Instead she takes the cold metal and rubs it around Phoebe’s pierced nipples.

Phoebe’s body jerks in surprise, “Oh shit that’s cold.” She licks her lips as she watches the ice cream melt and drip onto her breasts. Finally Monica brings the spoon, up to Phoebe’s mouth and she seductively eats it.

Monica looked down at Phoebe’s full tits. She says, “Looks like I made a bit of a mess. I’ll clean it up.” She bends over Phoebe’s shackled body. Her tongue slowly licks the melted ice cream off of Phoebe. She moans in pleasure as my wife’s tongue swirls around her nipple.

Monica scoops another spoonful of ice cream and repeats the same routine. I decide to check Phoebe’s bag for more toys. I find a vibrator that I click on and hear the Buzz. I bring it over to the bed.

Phoebe anticipates me from the sound and spreads her legs. I place the vibrator at the top of her dark pussy. Phoebe moans, “Good idea Chandler.”

Monica sets her empty ice cream bowl on the table. She combs her hand through Phoebe’s dark hair, then bends and sensually kisses her neck. She bites on her ear and whispers, “You’re such a sexy woman.”

Phoebe turns her head to the side, and I watch as my wife’s lips on hers and they kiss. Slow and soft at first, but then more aggressive once they got a taste of each other.

I insert a couple fingers into Phoebe as I use the vibrator on her. My wife makes out with her, and feels up her tits. Her fingers pinch the pierced nipples. As a team, we give Phoebe so much pleasure. She shakes and cries out in orgasm, her legs kicking me. I pull my fingers out and turn off the vibrator.

Monica stops kissing but looks down into Phoebe eyes. Phoebe says, “Uncuff me and I’ll give you so much pleasure.”