She gags and hates it

Joey palms the back of my wife’s brunette head and forces her face further down on his cock. She gags.

Then her hand swings up and forcefully connects with his big hanging balls. He groans and lets the pressure off my wife’s head. She pulls her mouth off his enormous cock and demands, “Never do that again or I’ll rip those hairy balls off your body.”

Joey takes a step back, preciously cupping his balls, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Leave my family jewels alone! I may want to have another kid.”

“If you want to have another kid someday, then you’ll treat me with respect! I’m not some little skank you connected with on Tinder!” My wife stands up off the bed, pushing herself against Joey.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll treat you like the white queen you are,” says Joey.

A look of disgust, “Don’t call me a white queen! That’s so fucking weird.” My wife turns her back on my friend and his enormous hard cock. “Alright I’m out of the mood now. The **** and the weird racial thing. Please leave my room.”

Holy shit! I turn and run out of the room before Joey sees me. I jump over the couch and land on top of Phoebe. Before she can call out and ask what the hell is happening, I quiet her with a kiss. When our lips part, I quietly mouth, “QUIET.”

Joey voice fills the room, “It wasn’t racial! It was a description! You are very pale. Your skin is basically white! And you’re a queen! So you’re a white queen! What’s weird about that!”

“Go to bed! You ruined your only chance with me!” My wife calls back. The door slams and I hear the click of the lock.

As Joey passes the couch, he looks down, “Your wife is fucking weird.”

Phoebe responds for me, “Go jack off and pass out hunny. We’ll reconnect in the morning.”

Joey realizes that his wife still wants to fuck me, and he storms off to his room. Leaving me and his very sexy and very naked wife beneath me. She smiles up at me, “I think it’s fate. We get to fuck with no consequences.” Her small hand grips my dick through my pants. “Give me that fat cock right now.”

I straighten up, and start to unbutton my pants.

When I hear a faint, “Chandler” come from behind my bedroom door.

Is my wife really calling for me?