Watch them fuck

“I want to watch them fuck,” I say. “It'd be fucking hot to see Monica pleasing another man."

Phoebe looks a little disappointed and lets go of my dick. “At least I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight. But I always fall asleep more easily after I come. If you change your mind, join me in my room.”

Now the tricky part of this whole thing: convincing my wife to sleep with my friend.

I join Monica in our bedroom. Already ready for bed, she’s wearing a long T-shirt and underwear. Black-framed glasses replace her contacts.

I’m still drunk from all the whiskey and dare to ask, “What do you think about making Joey’s fantasy come true tonight?”

“The one where he walks in and I’m tied to the bed?” She asks. She doesn't blink at the request.

“Yes, that one.”

“I’m in. But how are you going to tie me up?”

I show her the handcuffs.

Monica smiles, “You are a sneaky, sexy man. Yes. I’ll do it, but promise that you’re okay with it.”

“I’m the one who brought it up,” I say. “So I’m cool with it. But according to his fantasy, you would be wearing sexy lingerie. I think you look sexy as you are, but did you bring anything like that?”

Monica shyly smiles. “I did bring a little something to wear for you. But it got so late I didn’t feel like putting it on tonight. But I will now.”

She goes to her travel bag and pulls out a few items. She tosses some lacy black underwear on the bed, black stockings, and a black corset. She asks, “Think these will fulfill his fantasy?”

I say, “I’m not sure what type of lingerie he imagined you in, but he won’t remember it once he sees you in this.”

My wife changes into her sexy outfit. She looks incredible. My dick hardens just watching her. She lays back on the bed. “Okay. I’m ready. Tie me up.”

I handcuff her to the bed. She looks so sexy. I bend down and kiss her. She kisses back passionately. I **** myself not to take my wife like this even though it would be incredibly hot. I need to fulfill my friend's fantasy.

I text Joey: “Can you come to my room right now? I need some help.”

I turn off the overhead light, leaving just the bedside lamp on, so it’s not too bright. I step into the dark walk-in closet. I ask Monica, “Can you see me?”

She turns her head and says, “No. Are you going to watch from there? That’s making it hotter for me, knowing that I’ll have an audience.”

We quiet down, and after a minute the door opens and Joey enters. “Oh my, Monica. Did you lose your key?”

Monica says, “I wanted to make your fantasy come true tonight. How do I compare to the image in your head?”

Joey answers, “I could have sworn you said a mom of two would not wear anything so tiny and lacy. You look fucking sexy Monica. Your legs look amazing in those stockings. Your tits look fantastic getting pushed up by that corset. I will say that the lingerie in my mind was a lot more colorful, but black looks sexy on you.”

Monica asks, “Did your fantasy involve you only standing and looking at me?”

Joey smiles, “No it did not.” He takes off his shirt and pants. He crawls onto the bed in just his underwear. He starts kissing Monica. His hands explore her body. I bet Monica is frustrated she can’t do the same to his body with her hands.

He pulls down the corset exposing my wife’s nipples. He starts licking and sucking them, causing Monica to moan in pleasure. She loves her nipples sucked. “You have great tits Monica. Now let’s see what your pussy looks and tastes like.”

“No judging. I haven’t shaved in a while.”

“Oh, I love a hairy pussy.” She slides off her lace undies and throws them on the floor. “Mmm, you smell delicious.” He kisses down her legs then buries his face in her pussy.

He goes down on her for at least ten minutes. Monica comes at least twice. She came especially hard as he reached up and massaged her tits while continuing to lick and finger her pussy.

Joey straightens up, his hard cock has pitched a large tent in his underwear. He kisses Monica while her pussy juices still drip down his chin. My wife begs, “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Joey stands up off the bed and takes off his underwear. The size of his cock is astonishing. It curves out from his body shadowing his large stomach. He gets back up on the bed, straddling my wife’s chest. He angles his cock down toward Monica’s face. She opens her mouth, and he inserts his cock head inside. She wraps her lips around it and sucks. Joey slowly thrusts his hips in and out, and gently starts fucking my wife’s mouth with the top third of his dick.

When he takes his dick out of her mouth, she immediately says, “I want you to fuck me with that.”

He moves back down the bed and positions himself between my wife’s stocking-covered legs. He uses his cock head to play with her clit before inserting it in. Monica gives a loud yell: “Ahhhaaagghhh. Oh fuck you’re big.”

She doesn’t care about being quiet. She moans and screams the whole time Joey fucks her. I’ll be shocked if no one mentions the screams tomorrow morning at breakfast. He moves her legs and hips around, fucking her pussy at different angles and depths. I’ve lost track of how many times Monica has come. Monica never seems to be in pain from his large cock. Joey must know the limits of her pussy. I don’t think he ever puts his full length inside her. He’s so smooth with his movements, every action focused on giving Monica pleasure.

After what seems like forever, Joey pulls out. His fat mushroom head throbs. He politely asks, "Where do you want me to come?"

Monica says, “Just not in the hair.”

He straddles her chest while stroking his cock aimed at her face. He moans and cum explodes, covering my wife’s face in thick streaks.

He gets off the bed and grabs his phone from his pocket. He takes a picture of my wife’s cum covered face.

Monica asks, “Is that so you can jerk off to me later?”

“No,” Joey responds. “I’m sending this picture to your husband with a text that says: I think I fixed the problem.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket. Joey hears it and looks over at the closet.