She wants Phoebe’s tongue

Rachel says, “Screw it. We’re drunk. We’re never going to do this again. Phoebe, you can touch me any way you want.”

A grin spreads across Phoebe’s face. She says, “This is going to be a lot of fun. Chandler, move over so she can get on the bed.”

I sit up, and push myself back on the bed, allowing enough space for Rachel to sit down. Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m in bed with my friends’ wives. This is actually happening.

Rachel looks at Phoebe and says, “I think you should take the lead. Have you been in any threesomes before?”

Before answering the question, Phoebe moves in closer to Rachel. “Yes. Some good, some bad. Some with two guys, and some with two girls. But never with anyone has sexy as you.”

Rachel blushes again, avoiding eye contact with the small Asian woman who is now caressing her arm. She says, “Then you can definitely take the lead. We’ll follow.”

“I can do that,” Phoebe says, her face inching closer and closer to Rachel’s. “You just relax. Chandler, help her out by massaging her feet.”

Great. Massage duty. As I move so Rachel can extend onto the bed, Phoebe’s lips gently press against Rachel’s. A soft little kiss. Then their mouths open, and Phoebe’s lips enclose on Rachel’s lower lip. Rachel opens her mouth and returns the kiss. By the time I make it to Rachel’s feet, their tongues slip into each others’ mouths.

Since I’m stuck giving Rachel a foot massage, I decide to really get into it. I work her feet with my hands. Her feet are worn from how much she runs. She deserves a good massage. My thumbs rubs into her arches, then press into the pads of her soles. I slip my fingers between each of her toes, spreading them out. Each toe looks so delicate. Almost good enough to eat.

I glance up, and Rachel’s head is tilted up, and Phoebe kisses and sucks her exposed neck. I move my hands from her feet to her calves. I knead her muscles, as she sighs at Phoebe’s kisses. She can have Rachel’s upper half to start, and I’ll take her lower half. My hands move to Rachel’s ivory thighs, moving ever closer to the black lace that hides her pussy.

Phoebe glances down at me. She stops her kissing and says, “Don’t put your hands where they want to go yet! We have to build to that.”

Rachel boos, “But I want even more than his hands there.” She spreads her long legs wide. So wide that I can see the darker edges of her pussy peeking behind her tiny thong. I want to dive into it. I want to be buried deep.

“Not yet,” says Phoebe. “I’m in control. Chandler come up here and have your first kiss with your best friend’s wife.”

Disappointed I don’t get to feel Rachel’s warm pussy yet, I switch places with Phoebe. Rachel must see the disappointment on my face, because her hand caresses my cheek, and her blue eyes look into mine. She says, “That massage felt really nice.”

I lay down next to her, and move my face to hers. Her lips meet mine in a kiss. She’s already warmed up from kissing Phoebe, and makes out like a teenager in a basement. Her tongue swirls into my mouth. As we make out, I reach out and squeeze Rachel’s lace covered tit. Its fullness and softness overwhelm my hand. Way bigger than my wife’s. I massage it, my fingers pressing into the lace bra, my thumb rubbing her soft exposed skin.

Rachel breaks the kiss to let out a sigh. I look down between her legs. The little black panties still cover her pussy, but Phoebe’s lips are pressed directly against them. She looks up at Rachel, and waits for approval to take them off. Her teeth bite the edge and lift them from her body, giving me a window to see Rachel’s fuzzy red pubic hair.

The panties stretch in Phoebe’s teeth until Rachel begs, “Please. I want to feel your tongue on me.”

Phoebe slips her fingers into the sides of the lacy underwear and pulls them to the side. I can’t see Rachel’s slit through her red hair. Rachel must notice my staring because she says, “Usually I’m more trim than this.”

Phoebe stops her, “You’re fucking beautiful. I definitely don’t mind.”

I agree, “Me either. I was just admiring your color.”

Rachel giggles, “I’m a bit of a ginger.” Her giggle turns into a moan when Phoebe kisses her exposed pussy. She stops paying attention to me, and focuses on the tongue between her legs. Phoebe has definitely eaten pussy before. Her tongue nimbly licks and swirls—every movement eliciting a moan or sigh from Rachel.

I look up from Phoebe’s oral skills to Rachel’s amazing body. Her bra barely contains her big tits anymore. Ghost pale nipples poke out, and get rubbed by the lace fabric when Rachel moves. I decide to help her out. I reach my hand over her body to untie the back of her lingerie. She arches up, and Phoebe pulls off the one lingerie off Rachel. She tosses it to the ground.

Rachel sighs, “Oh I love being naked.” Her tits sag down to the side. I cup one, and bring it to fullness, really seeing the size. Such fat tits on this skinny runner. I swirl my tongue around her hard nipple, then close my mouth around it and suck.

I get lost in her big beautiful soft tits. I squeeze, massage, lick, suck, and bite as I listen to Rachel’s sensual and high pitched moans. The combination of Phoebe’s agile tongue on her clit and my obsession with her tits has driven Rachel into a frenzy. She claws at my head, and back because she can’t get to Phoebe. She cries, “Not another one. Ahhhh.”

I don’t let up, until Phoebe taps me on the ass. I detach my mouth from the pale hickey covered tits, and look at her. Phoebe’s hair is pulled back. Her chin shines with Rachel’s wetness. The top of her shirt is soaked. She wipes her nose before it can drip. She used her whole face to eat that pussy. She smiles, “I haven’t gone down on a girl in so long. It’s good to know I still got it.” She points to Rachel’s body sprawled on the bed. “It might take a little bit for her to recover and rejoin the threesome. I hope you don’t mind going just with me for a bit.”