I do. I’m not missing my chance

Joey bumps his big hairy stomach into my shoulder trying to push me to the side. “C’mon I’ve been waiting since high school to fuck her. You’ll get your turn next.”

“She doesn’t want you,” I say. “She was obviously talking to me.”

“I don’t care,” he growls, and knocks his hard dick into my head as he tries again to push me out of my the way.

Wondering what is taking so long; Rachel pushes her hair out of her face and looks back at us. “Are you going to make me beg, Chandler? Please fuck me.”

The fat hairy fuck pushes his sweaty stomach into my face again. I whip my wrist and backhand him in his hanging balls. As he doubles over, I say, “Back up. She doesn’t want you, asshole.”

I push him back to clear space between me and Rachel, who’s holding her hair in a ponytail. She smirks when I look at her. “How good did hitting him feel?”

“It was good,” I smile, “but it’s going to be nothing compared to how it’s going to feel inside you.”

Crawling toward me, Joey growls, “That wasn’t cool.”

From the couch my wife rescues me from the angry bear, “Leave them alone Joey. Come over here and I’ll kiss your boo-boo to make it feel better.”

Monica winks at me then waves her hand telling me to have a good time with Rachel. Maybe she just wants a ride on a big curved cock, but I feel like she’s taking one for the team.

With my wife’s approval I turn my attention back to the pale goddess wiggling her tight ass in my direction. With hair bound with a tie off her wrist, there’s nothing to hide her piercing blue eyes. “Usually I don’t have to wait this long after asking someone to fuck me.”

I rub up her smooth ass, then up over her silk pajama shirt. My hand grips her red ponytail, and I pull her back into me. With the pain of her hair being pulled, she raises from her hands and arches back until her face twist to mine. I say, “You’re going to have to wait even longer.”

I kiss her.

With one hand gripping her ponytail and one squeezing her big soft tits we make out on the floor. Her ass grinds against my hard cock. I dig my hand into the openings between the buttons of her shirt. I finally feel the warmth of her bare tit, the hardness of her nipple beneath my thumb. She sighs against my mouth.

“Fuck me.”

I rip her shirt open. Her glorious big tits need freed. I look down her thin sternum to her fat freckled tits. They’re way too big for her body, and they’re just as pale as her ass. God, I’ve wanted to see these from the first time I saw her in my living room. I memorized the sight.

Keeping my voice low so my wife doesn’t hear the truth in my lust, I praise Rachel, “God, you’re absolutely fucking perfect.”

She pulls her hair, bringing her lips to my ear, “I’ve been told my pussy is the most perfect thing about me. Put that thick cock in me and find out.”

Fuck me. Get the most conservative mom you know drunk and horny and they’ll say the dirtiest things. I love it.

I kiss her again before pushing her back down to her knees. She backs her ass up and rubs herself up against me. She leaves her warm wetness on my cock.

And despite all the desire I realize my knees fucking hurt from kneeling on the floor. I’m too old for floor sex. I stand up, bend over and pick up Rachel’s model thin body.

“We’re taking this to a bedroom.”