Go for it

Monica smiles at me, strands of her messy brunette hair tumbled over her face, and says, “You can go down on her while I recover. But I’m going to want more, I’m really horny tonight.”

Oh fuck. I don’t know what has gotten into my wife tonight, but I’m not going to question it. Letting me hook up with Phoebe is worth the months of no sex. I crawl back under the blanket.

Phoebe raises her knees and spreads her legs, creating a tent for me. She says, “Thanks Monica. It’s been so long since someone has gone down on me, and yours moans made it sound so good.”

Monica laughs, “It was. I’m happy to share the fun.”

Phoebe has already taken off the shorts she crawled into bed with. Her pussy is covered with smooth dark black hair. It so soft against my lips as I kiss her, building anticipation. My nose is still filled with my wife, so I don’t detect any difference with Phoebe.

“Stop teasing me! Just give me what I want already,” Phoebe whines.

“Now he’s just going to tease you more,” says my wife. She knows me so well.

I move my lips away from Phoebe’s furry pussy, and start kissing along the inside of her thighs. She growls, “No! Come on!”

I lightly bite the inside of her thighs, which causes her to jump, and let out a scream. I laugh, and she throws the blanket off the bed. “Stop teasing and lick me!”

I bite her other thigh. She screams, and squeezes her thighs together, and tries to pinch my head between them. As I rise up, she quickly straightens her legs, and crosses her ankles, scissoring my head between her knees. I build up on my knees and straighten up, lifting Phoebe off her hips, so she dangles off me.

From her precarious position, Phoebe threatens me, “Oh my god Chandler! Your face is right there! Do it or I swear to god, I’m going to piss on you like this!”

I reach forward and grip the peaks of her breasts. I feel the metal of her piercings. I twist.

Phoebe’s brief scream turns into a throaty moan. She arches her back, pressing her pussy closer to my face. “Ahhh Chandler. I love it rough.”

Oh fuck.

I pinch her nipples harder and plow my face between her legs. My tongue parts her dark hairy lips and I taste the tangy sweetness of her pussy. I devour her as I roughly play with her perky tits.

Almost upside down, Phoebe easily takes off her shirt to give me better access to **** her tits. I forcefully squeeze her perfect handfuls as I lap at her wet pussy. Her ass cheeks rests on the front of my shoulders and her thighs pinch my head tight.

I can barely hear my wife comment, “This is some fucked up cirque du soleil.”

I keep licking this wonderful pussy that is suctioned to my face. I let go of one of her tits, and grip her neck. I squeeze lightly.

Immediately both of Phoebe’s hands grab my wrist and pull my hand from her neck. Out of breath, she says, “You don’t get to **** me unless you fuck me!”

She loosens her legs, I pull my head out of Phoebe’s pussy. With my face covered in another woman’s arousal, and her legs draped over my shoulders, I look to my wife, and ask, “Can I fuck Phoebe so I can **** the shit out of her?”