Rachel—Sex Good Enough to Leave Your Wife

Phoebe’s nails dig into his shaft, a threat if he doesn’t choose her. Monica spins the only thing she’s wearing on her pale body: her wedding ring. Another threat. Rachel sits with her legs crossed, smiling. The only one without a menacing look. The only clear path in a dark wood.

Fuck the consequences. Chandler knows what he wants. He looks to the gorgeous strawberry blonde with the pale ripped body and oversized tits. “Hey Rachel. Would you like to go to bed with me?”

“Not in my bedroom,” Monica says. Her eyes flaring. She’s blackout drunk, but this moment is too big. It will be her only memory of the night: Chandler betrayed their marriage. Chose the skinny boring bitch over her.

Phoebe’s nails scratch down his shaft, let his cock fall back to his stomach. She has a new target: another angry female. She asks Monica, “Want to help me fuck with my husband?”

Monica answers directing her voice to her husband, “As long as I can feel his BIG CURVED COCK in me!”

Chandler doesn’t hear. Or doesn’t care. He’s looking into the blue eyes of Rachel. Her smile makes him smile. She has his full attention. He doesn’t even check out to two jiggling asses stomping away. Chandler has made a decision, and he can’t believe a woman of Rachel’s caliber was excited about it.

She asks, “So what would you like to do?”

“Since we’re the last ones out here, let’s pick up a bit.”

“You’re already turning me on.”

She slips back on her black panties, and buttons up her jacket so her tits are somewhat contained. Chandler puts on his boxer briefs. Cleaning up trash while totally naked is just too dirty.

Flirting, foreplay, whatever you want to call it, the teamwork heats them, makes them even more attracted to each other than they were before.

Monica cannonballs onto Joey’s sleeping body. He wakes up with a scream, then immediately grabs his back and groans. “What the fuck?”

“You said you were going to break her back when you fucked,” Phoebe says. “She decided to break yours first.”

Joey opens his eyes and realizes there is a thick naked burnette in the bed with him. Her big tits in front of his face, her perfect nipples teasing. She smiles and waves, “Wake up, big boy. The night isn’t over.”

Phoebe slaps his fat ass hard enough to leave her hand stinging. “It’s just getting started.”

Joey looks between the two women. Violence gleams in their eyes. He smirks, “My cock’s not going to suck itself, ladies.”

Monica spits in his face, slaps him then kisses him. He smacks her fat ass and pulls her close. This is his lucky night.

Then he feels his wife’s teeth on his soft cock.

Maybe this will be rougher than he’d like.

The campsite clean, Chandler and Rachel added more logs to the fire. The flames lit their smiling drunk faces. A big wool blanket on the softest part of the grass. The two sat together and watched. Chandler’s arm around her shoulders, her head on his shoulder. While the moment looked sweet and picturesque from behind, the front was a different story: Rachel’s hand stroked his thick shaft, Chandlers fingers rubbed her sensitive clit. Despite all the sex tonight, the two burn for each other.

Chandler unbuttons her denim jacket, and lets it fall to the side. He takes in her big tits. He calls them perfect. His mouth follows the compliment. He licks and sucks on them. Rachel’s insecurity flees. She arches back and presses them into his face, moaning into the stars.

He asks if he can fuck them. She smiles, “No lie. You can do anything you want to me tonight. I’m yours.”

Monica has her hands gripped Joey’s hair. She kept his face pressed between her legs. To her surprise, she enjoying the tickle of his beard on her inner thighs. Phoebe was behind her big husband’s kneeling body. His cock was pulled down at an out angle, sticking back out between his legs with his big balls smushed up against the bottom of his ass cheeks. His wife was sucking him from the back—the pleasure of the blowjob mixed with the pain of the stretch. In his asshole gleamed the gem of a butt plug, not a small one, one that was going to hurt to take out.

For a threesome, especially with Monica, Joey would take all the abuse the women would give, but when it was his turn he wasn’t going to show their throats, their pussies or assholes any mercy.

Rachel and Chandler 69 on the blanket. Each more concerned with the other’s pleasure they barely notice the amazing oral they’re receiving. This makes Chandler’s tongue swirl more, his fingers bury deeper; Rachel swallows more down her throat, slurps her slobber off him. Then drunk Chandler does something new: he licks her asshole.

Rachel stops sucking at the new sensation. Sighs. That acknowledgment sends Chandler into a fury. He eats the pale woman’s asshole with vigor and finger fucks her while she squirms on the blanket in pleasure. Maybe because the act of getting her ass licked is so against her persona, her body unleashes itself. Rachel howls with orgasm in the woods. She squirts all over Chandlers face, drenching the blanket. Chandler doesn’t stop. He buries his tongue deeper.

Monica can’t believe Phoebe brought handcuffs with her to a one night retreat, and not just one pair, multiple sets, enough to latch her husband’s limbs to all the corners of the bed. Phoebe rides her husband’s face, less for her pleasure than to try and suffocate him. Monica debates what angle to ride this big curved cock. She lifts it up against her stomach, seeing what area his bulbous cock head will hit.

She decides to try them both: cowgirl then reverse. She'll see what feels better. She mounts the big man. She hears him groan beneath his wife as she guides his fat head inside of her wet pussy. She moans when she sits her thick body down on it. So much different than her husband’s fat straight cock. The feeling is incredible. She rides it until she comes. She’s glad Joey can’t see the pleasure his big cock is giving her, but he can feel it dripping down his thighs. She turns her back to Phoebe and rides the other way. Makes herself come from this new angle.

“Holy fuck, sweet Jesus,” Monica moans, “I need a dildo shaped like this cock.”

Phoebe says, “Now you know why’ve I’ve put up with his behavior for so long.”

She gets off his face. His beard drips with arousal and spit. He watches Monica’s thick ass jiggle with each bounce up and down his cock. He groans, “Goddamn what a body. No way is Chandler treated it like it should. Uncuff me. I’ll show you how a real man fucks a thick pale goddess.”

Phoebe scratches her nails down his chest, leaving five red lines. “Calm down. You haven’t even apologized yet. I think you need more punishment.”

Rachel rides Chandler. He watches every movement while the shadows of the fire fickle over her. The contraction of her abs. The budge of his cock pressing into her thin stomach. The slight jiggle of her big tits. She tied her strawberry hair behind her head, exposing her long delicate neck. She rocks on his cock, her pussy is tight and clenching like it’s just another muscle she works out daily. Drunk Chandler cannot stop rambling about how beautiful she is, and Rachel doesn’t want him to shut up.

“Your body is perfect.”

“You’re so pretty.”

“So fucking sexy.”

“How is your pussy this tight?”

“I could watch you ride me all night. You’re gorgeous.”

She put on a show for him. His cock felt incredible in her, she’d never felt more full, but the look he was giving her turned her on more. His eyes were currently giving her more satisfaction than his cock. He was drinking her in, memorizing every feature of her, so he could paint it later.

Then he pulled her to him, latched his mouth to her ghostly nipples. He sucks her big tits, thrusts his hips and pounds her from the bottom. She’s definitely not thinking about his eyes any more. He grips her tight ass, buries his cock in her deeper.

She involuntarily curses, “Oh fuck Chandler!”

Hearing that pretty mouth say that dirty word just makes him so harder. He rolls her to her back. Her long legs lock behind him. Just two deep pumps is all Chandler has left. He keeps his cock buried and fills her with all the cum his body could produce in the last hour.

He stays inside her, sweat drops from his body to hers. They both pant with exertion. Rachel’s pussy squeezes his cock and milks out the last of his cum.

Chandler can’t believe how incredible this night has been. Sex with Monica won’t be able to compare. Rachel hopes it doesn’t, hopes the memory of her lingers in his mind. Stays there until he leaves his wife. She’ll be waiting.

Monica and Phoebe clean themselves, happy in their accomplishment: they’ve both come as much as they’ve wanted and Joey is still cuffed to the bed with his big balls aching. He’s covered in scratches, burn marks and dried wax. The women did anything they could think of to cause him pain without scarring, and to cause him pleasure without cumming.

They leave him chained up for the night. Maybe he’ll be a better person in the morning.

The women shower together. They sleep in the same bed, sticking each to their own sides.

The night ends.

They will wake up sick and hungover. Monica will wonder what happened to her husband until she sees him walking hand-in-hand with Rachel to breakfast. Phoebe hopes that’s enough of a consequence for Joey to change—it’s not.