Rachel slips John’s cock into his sleeping wife’s mouth

Rachel wondered how hard she could push her luck. Why not see? Worst case, she’d destroy a marriage that was already crumbling. Best case, she might just strengthen their marriage through perversity.

But, just to check, Rachel waved a hand in front of Penny’s face, looking for a reaction. Nothing. Penny’s face wad slack, lips parted in invitation. John just watched Rachel with confusion. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t like he was going to stop anything she did.

She worked John’s cock with her hand, nice and slow, then met it go. It stood straight up, and John held back a strangled groan.

“Why don’t you show your wife what you want?” Rachel whispered, rubbing a thumb over his slick cockhead.

Readjusting on the bed, Rachel nudged John onto his side, so that his cock was pointed straight out at Penny’s body. Then, with delicate precision, she applied some pressure to Penny’d head, moving it down the bead with slow but persistent movement.

“Hmmmm,” Penny hummed in her sleep, then helped Rachel out by moving herself the rest of the way down the bed. Perfect.

Rachel guided John’s cock towards his wife’s face just as he caught onto what was happening. He shook his head in warning, but Rachel was too focused to care. She brushed the tip of his cock against Penny’s lips. The sensation was enough, Penny’s tongue flicked out, wet and pink, and Rachel nearly came just from watching it.

She pressed again, a little firmer, and Penny’s mouth opened reflexively. Rachel slid the head of John’s cock right in. Penny’s lips closed around it, limp.

John’s breathing was ragged now, his cock harder than ever. Rachel used two fingers around the base of his cock to pump his shaft into Penny’s mouth with lazy pulsed. Saliva and pre-cum pooled at the corners of her mouth as she remained ****. Rachel leaned in, lips grazing Penny’s ear.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Just like that, slut.”

She slid John’s cock a little deeper into Penny’s mouth. Her tongue worked, gentle, slow, on instinct, moving over the crown of the cock.

Rachel reveled in the way John’s eyes rolled up in ecstasy, his hands twisting the sheets into fists. He was trapped, trapped between moral guilty and animalistic desire.

Penny made a small noise in her throat, somewhere between a moan and a sigh. Rachel didn’t know if she was dreaming, or if some part of her was on autopilot and knew exactly what was happening. She didn’t care.

Rachel gripped John’s cock tighter around the base and started a slow, steady rhythm, guiding it in and out of Penny’s slackened mouth. The scene was obscene, absurd, and intoxicating. Rachel had never been so turned on in her life.