No, come on her face

Without hesitation, my wife answers, “No. You don’t get to pleasure her!”

She must see the disappointment on my face, because she adds, “You should fuck her throat and explode all over her face. I want my husband to enjoy himself.”

Unsure, I ask, “Are you okay watching this?”

Monica shrugs, “I want you to have fun. Use her mouth like a sex toy.”

Phoebe continued to blow me. I don’t think she heard my conversation with my wife. I tap her head under the blanket. I say, “Change positions. I’m going to fuck you.”

Excited Phoebe pops up from under the blanket. “Where do you want me?”

“Sit up against the headboard,” I command.

She obeys.

Her tits look so perky in her t-shirt. I can see her nipples pressing out against the fabric. I resist the urge to grab them. I stand up on the bed, and face Phoebe. I grab her wrists, and hold her arms above her head. I say, “Open wide.”

Phoebe looks up at me with her dark slanted eyes, and opens her mouth so obediently. The perfect little slut. I tilt my hips, and press my cock into her mouth. Her lips immediately close around my shaft and start sucking.

I thrust my hips, and start fucking her mouth. So hard that her head violently hits the headboard with each thrust. Fuck. I bury my cock in her little mouth. I pull it out of her sucking vacuum then shove it back in to the hilt. It’s so far in, I can feel her throat gagging on my mushroom head.

I fuck Phoebe’s face to the delight of my watching wife. I pull out and slam back in. She’s going to have a sore throat tomorrow. She doesn’t complain once. She takes it like a champ and looks up at me the entire time.

Fuck.

I can’t take it anymore. I pull out of Phoebe’s mouth completely. I’m about to grab my cock and jerk myself to completion. Phoebe’s hands slip from my grip, and she brings both her hands to my cock. She strokes my lubricated cock, aiming it at her face.

She doesn’t have to say anything. I know what she wants.

I watch as my cock spurts out a stream of cum that spatters onto her face. I groan and close my eyes. Oh god. When I open them, Phoebe has multiple lines of white cum dripping down her face. She smirks up at me. Her tongue darts out, and licks up a drop of cum that has streaked close to her mouth.

Fuck me, Phoebe couldn’t look hotter. I want to take a picture to remember this forever, but I know the picture would fail to recreate how I’m feeling. Phoebe and I stare deeply into each other’s eyes. We’re more connected now than we ever have been before.

I want to fall asleep and wake up with this woman.

Monica must sense the change in our mood, and says, “Phoebe, you should go clean up. Maybe check to see if your husband is still breathing.”

Phoebe doesn’t break eye contact with me as she gets off the bed. My cum slowly streaks down her face. She holds out her hand, “Since you made such a mess Chandler, maybe you can come help clean me off.”

I want to go with her so badly. I want to fuck her until dawn. Until my dick breaks. If her mouth can take that pounding, what other wild shit will she do. I want to find out.

My wife’s hand grabs mine. I look to her. She says, “Stay here. I’m ready for another round.”