Phoebe and Ross

We sneak across the room to see who is on the couch. Phoebe sits on the couch totally nude. Her black hair messily falls to her shoulders. Her breasts are full and round, and have defied gravity, keeping their perkiness. Silver bars gleam on her small dark nipples. A large tattoo runs down the side of her body to her thigh. Her legs are draped over the shoulders of Joey kneeling in front of the couch. His head is buried between her legs, and his tongue laps against her wetness.

Her hands run across his hair. She moans. Her back arches, and her tits press toward the ceiling. “Mmm boy. Get in there deep.”

Phoebe’s eyes open, and she sees me and Rachel. She says, “You weren’t kidding. Your man really has magical fingers and his tongue…oh my god it’s like getting fucked by an octopus.” Ross tries to lift his head to see who she is talking to. Phoebe squeezes her thighs together, keeping him in place. “Don’t stop yet. I’m so close. Besides your wife has watched you fuck me in the ass, I don’t think she’ll mind, watching this.”

In response, Rachel sits down to watch, pulling me next to her. She says, “Make her come so hard for me, baby. I want you to make her squirt everywhere.”

Phoebe smiles, “I like the sound of that.” She relaxes her thighs, and Ross gets back to work.

Rachel asks, “Is he better than Joey?”

“So much better,” Phoebe sighs. “But that isn’t saying much. Did Chandler go down on you tonight?”

Rachel shyly answers, “Yes he did.”

“Oh my god,” Phoebe moans, “That answer got your husband’s tongue going wild. Mmm. Holy fuck. You’re an animal. Ahhh my god.” Between breaths she asks, “Did he make you come?”

More bravely Rachel answers, “Yes. A couple times.”

Ross stirs in response, and repositions. Phoebe screams out, “Oh fuck. How many fingers is that? Oh shit oh shit. Oh my fucking god.”

She grips Ross’s head and pinches her nipple. She is so close to climaxing. She struggles to talk, but finally looks up at Rachel and asks, “Did he make you come harder than your husband?”