My wife tastes her sweet pussy on my lips

The front door clicks open just as Ellie is riding you hard, her slim hips slamming down onto your thick cock with wet, rhythmic slaps. She’s moaning your name breathlessly, her sweat-damp tank top shoved up above her medium breasts, nipples still glistening from your mouth. Your big hands grip her narrow waist, guiding her faster—

“Oh shit—Monica!” Ellie gasps, freezing mid-bounce, but she doesn’t climb off. Her pussy clenches hard around you in surprise.

Monica stands in the doorway, keys still in her hand, dark straight hair falling around her shoulders. She’s in her usual sporty outfit—tight leggings that hug her thick, athletic ass and a cropped tank that shows off her small perky chest. At 5’2”, she looks even smaller compared to the scene in front of her: you, broad and muscular on the couch, and her best friend’s tall, skinny wife impaled on your cock.

For a second the room is dead silent except for the wet sound of Ellie's pussy still fluttering around you.

Then Monica's cheeks flush deep red… but not with anger. Her eyes widen, travel slowly over Ellie's exposed tits, the way her long legs are spread across your lap, then down to where your thick shaft disappears inside her. Monica bites her lower lip, thighs pressing together.

“Fuck…” she whispers, voice husky. “I came home early to surprise you and… this is what I find?” She drops her bag, steps closer instead of yelling. Her nipples are visibly hard through her top. “You’re actually fucking Jared's wife on our couch?”

Ellie, still breathing hard, gives a nervous but aroused little laugh and experimentally rolls her hips once. You throb inside her. “Monica, I— we—”

“Shut up,” Monica cuts her off, but there’s no venom in it. She looks… turned on. Her sporty little body is tense with excitement, that thick ass flexing as she shifts her weight. “Don’t stop on my account.” She moves to the armchair across from you, sinking into it, legs parting slightly. One hand drifts down her stomach toward the waistband of her leggings. “I want to watch. God, look at how stretched she is… you’re so much thicker than Jared. No wonder she’s dripping all over you.”

Ellie moans softly at the words and starts riding you again—slower this time, putting on a show. Her dirt-blonde ponytail bounces, prominent nose tilted back in pleasure, deeper eyes half-lidded as she looks over at Monica “He feels so fucking good,” she admits, voice shaky. “Bigger… rougher…”

Monica's hand slips inside her leggings, rubbing slow circles over her clit as she watches. Her small perky tits rise and fall quickly. “I can see that. Look at her skinny waist in your hands… that tall body taking every inch.” She looks at you directly, eyes dark with lust. “You like this? Fucking our friend’s wife while I watch? Because I’m soaked right now.”

She stands up just long enough to peel her leggings and panties down, revealing her smooth, puffy pussy and that thick, sporty ass. Then she sits back, legs spread wide, fingering herself openly while you and Ellie fuck.

“Come here, baby,” Monica says to you, voice sweet but commanding. “Keep fucking Ellie, but lean over and kiss me. I want to taste her on your mouth while you stretch her out.”

Ellie grinds down harder, clearly loving the audience, her lean body glistening. Monica’s free hand reaches out to squeeze one of Ellie’s medium breasts, pinching the nipple as the three of you spiral deeper into the unexpected heat.

The jealousy flipped into something filthy and shared in seconds.

What do you do next?