Sex around the fire

“Where ever you want,” I tell Rachel. She could tell me anything and I’d do it. Her blue eyes mesmerize me. Her perfect body traps me. I no longer have free will. I’m all hers.

She presses her soft chest into me, “I’m pretty comfortable here.”

She brings her face to mine, and we meet in our first kiss. She smiles with her lips still on mine. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

I comb her hair back from her face. The touch confirms she’s real. This is happening. “I’m going to enjoy it.” I kiss her softly. Our mouths open, and her tongue greets me.

As we make out, I grip her thigh. I rub my hand up between her legs. Even through the denim, I feel the heat of her pussy. She sighs against my lips, “Yes. I want you.”

“Let’s do that position you did earlier to get me hard,” I suggests

“Ooo you liked that?” Rachel says. Her soft lips on my ear. She sensually whispers, “Do you want me to ride your thick dick?”

“More than anything,” I say. I unbutton her jeans. She stands up off me. She finishes unzipping.

I don’t want to miss a second of this view, but I glance over to my wife. She stands, bending over a chair. She still wears her hoodie, but isn’t wearing pants. Joey kneels behind her, his face buried between her thick ass cheeks.

Rachel slides her skinny jeans down her long ivory legs. She wears green panties. Nothing overtly sexy about them other than the gorgeous woman wearing them. She inserts her thumbs into the band. Before she lowers them, she looks back over her shoulder to make sure her husband isn’t watching. (He’s too busy holding Phoebe upside down while she sucks his cock, and he eats her pussy.) She takes off her panties. She has a wild bush of red pubic hair. It’s shocking, because she is so put together: the hair, makeup, toned body. She must know she doesn’t have to impress anybody with her pubic hair.

I find it so fucking hot. I praise her, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I push down my pants. I hold her narrow waist again as she threads her legs into the chair. She sits in my lap, pinning my erection between our bodies. She makes out me with, and grinds on my cock. I run my hands up her smooth bare thighs. Her soft bush hugs my cock.

CLAP…CLAP…CLAP…CLAP

I break the kiss and look over her shoulder. Joey rails my wife from behind. My wife’s big ass claps on his ass with every thrust. She’s doing all the work: twerking on his hard cock. She definitely not complaining while fucking him.

Rachel raises her hips, and grabs my cock. I ask, “Are you sure you want this?”

She responds my putting my tip to her entrance and sitting down on it. “Oh fuck,” escapes her fuck before she covers it with her hand.

I ask, “Are you okay?”

She moves her hand from her mouth, and brings her lips to my ear, so no one else can hear, “Yes. You just feel much bigger than I’m used to. Don’t worry. I like it. Just give me time to adjust.”

Her tight pussy slowly works up and down the top of my cock. Her wetness slides down me. With her eyes closed, she sighs and focuses on the feeling. I look over her shoulder.

Ross stares at us. At the conjugation of our bodies. Staring at my thick cock impaling his thin wife. Phoebe smacks him to get back his attention. He was so enamored, he forgot that he was in the middle of fucking. He drops his face, and continues to fuck Phoebe, her back on the grass and her legs locked around his waist.

I tell Rachel, “You’re so tight.” Then I hold her close so I can whisper in her ear, “Tighter than my wife.”

Rachel’s blue eyes open in a smile, “Yeah?” She finally sits fully on my cock, and sensually moans. Her wet pussy squeezes me. She does kegels on my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan, and unthinkingly bury my face in her big soft cleavage. Warm pillows. In response, she widens the V of her shirt, she reaches in and pulls her tits of out her bra. Her big bare tits hang out of her shirt. I need no other invitation. I devour her big pale nipples.

She holds my head and moans. She works her hips and rides my cock with an expertise I could only dream up. She rides like she was born for it. She can’t help but moan loudly as I suck her sensitive nipples. They’re her weakness. They make her forget where she is. She’s in heaven: a girthy cock stretching and a ravenous mouth attached to her tits.

She comes. Her hips buck wildly on me. Her hands press me further into her chest. Her already huge tits, feel like they grow in my mouth. I reach around and grip her tight ass. She’s so slick with arousal. I rub circles on her asshole. Without a protest, I slip it in.

She moans loudly. My finger in her ass can feel my cock on the other side stuffing her pussy. I finger her ass while I fuck her until she comes again. She buries her face in my shoulder to muffle her orgasmic screams. Even my chest can’t muffle her comment about how big I feel.

I look over her wild strawberry hair. Ross sits staring at me. My finger buried in his wife’s little ass. He doesn’t look happy. But Phoebe sitting next to him looks absolutely furious. I guess I distracted Ross so much he couldn’t perform.

On the other side, Joey lazily sits in a chair. Sweat plasters his hair to my forehead. He holds up her stomach so he can watch my wife suck his cock. She strokes him and opens her mouth. Cum spurts from his enormous head onto my wife’s waiting tongue. She swallows all of it, and wipes her lips.

Even though she’s in great shape, the multiple orgasms have exhausted Rachel. She sits fully on my cock, and mumbles, “Comeinme.”

“What?” I ask.

She yells loudly so I can hear, “COME IN ME! I want to feel you fill me!”

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! That’s enough!” Ross stands up and jumps across the fire. “You’re not coming in my wife. Get off him.”

I pull my finger out of her ass. Her husband lifts her thin body off my cock. He covers her while he tries to pull back on her underwear. Once they’re back on he grabs her jeans, and leads her to the house. He grunts, “This was a sick idea. Y’all are fucked up. We’re never hanging out again.”

Joey is the first to speak, “Damn dude. You didn’t have to emasculate him like that.”

Monica slaps his hairy chest. “My husband didn’t do anything wrong. If he was so insecure, why did he agree to this contest?”

“I got the worst end of the bargain. He only watched Chandler the entire time,” Phoebe said. “It was the most half-ass sex I’ve ever had. I think he only came by seeing how hard his wife was squirting.”

I notice how wet the chair is. I stand up. My cock still throbs. I need to come. My wife sits right there. I could easily ask her to take care of it. It would be the right thing to do, especially since we were suppose to reignite our sex life this weekend.

But I can’t help it, I ask Phoebe, “Want to go inside, and I can give you the full concentration you deserve?”

Phoebe grins and winks at my wife. She holds out her hand to me, “I thought you’d never ask.”