She wants to watch

Monica shrugs, “Sure. I’ll watch my husband have sex with another woman.” She flashes me a smile, “No pressure hunny.”

Phoebe lets go of my cock, and stands up in front of me. She steps between my legs as I’m lounged back on the couch. She wiggles her sexy ass in front of my face. The lamp lit living room gives me such a better sight of her body. Red scratches from the weathered picnic table trail down her back. I give her jiggling ass a smack.

She smirks back over her shoulder. “Hold your cock up so I can sit on it and ride you.”

She keeps her feet on the floor lowers herself onto me. It’s the first time I have a clear view of my thick cock penetrating her tiny body. She squats up and down, working herself on my shaft.

God, I’m impressed by her stamina. Her legs work so hard. Finally she sits herself down in my lap, burying my cock fully inside her. Her soft ass grinds circles in my lap. I reach out and squeeze her perky tits. She arches her back, and turns her face to mine. I meet her mouth with an aggressive kiss.

As we make out, her wet pussy squeezes my cock. I bring my hand down to her slick pussy, and rub her clit. She’s so slippery my hand constantly slides off and rubs against my own shaft.

Phoebe breaks the kiss, and brings her feet up off the floor onto the couch. She rests her back against my chest. The length of my cock slips out of her, leaving only my head inside her tight opening. She pants, “Now it’s your turn to do all the work. I’m exhausted.”

I plant my feet firmly on the floor. I thrust my hips, driving my cock all the way up into Phoebe causing her to cry out in pleasure. I lower my ass back to the couch cushion and my dick comes back out to the tip against. Fuck. I hope it don’t pull a hamstring.

I thrust up repeatedly pounding my cock into Phoebe pussy. She gives her now familiar sounds of orgasm. She reaches back and grabs my head behind her. I wrap my arms tightly around her body and continue to pound. I fuck her until I’m totally exhausted and then I just stop.

My cock pops out of her, and I lay back completely exhausted. Both our bodies focus only on getting more oxygen. Our breathing is loud. Our skin glistens with sweat. I hold this beautiful small woman, feeling the pounding of her heart in my hands, while she hears the pounding of my heart with her head snuggled against my bare chest.

“Did you come Chandler?” Monica asks.

Shit: I forgot anyone else was even here.

I don’t have the energy to answer. I can barely groan. I didn’t come and I don’t care. There’s still pretty of time to come tonight.

Phoebe doesn’t respond either. Her eyes are closed as she recovers against my chest.

“Well I don’t want to be a third wheel. I’m going to bed. I just want to say: you guys look really good together, and that was really hot. Try not to fall in love. Goodnight babe,” Monica exits the room.