Teases me with her tongue

Monica smiles a devious smile at Phoebe, “Neither. I’m not done torturing my husband yet.”

Prolong the foreplay make me want her even more.

“I would start kissing and licking down his body. Start at his ears, give him a few embarrassing hickeys on his neck, kiss his chest, lick all around his abs, suck on his inner thighs.”

“I wouldn’t be able to stand it! I would knock the chair over,” I say.

“No. You would be a good boy, because if you knock over the chair then I wouldn’t give you want you wanted,” Monica smiles at me. God, I want to kiss those lips so badly. Take her right here by the fire.

Ross coughs, “You have a wicked imagination. Sounds like you have this all thought out.”

“I like to plan,” shrugs Monica.

“You’d have more willpower than me,” Phoebe says. “I’d be hornier than him at this point.”

“I’ve thought about that too!” Monica says. “I’d be pleasuring myself while teasing him.” She giggles to herself, “I don’t know if I should tell you all this.”

“Oh you definitely have to tell,” Rachel says. “I think we’ve all gotten a lot closer tonight. If you guys know that Ross fucked my mouth off the side of a bed, then your secret is nothing.”

“Fine. Fine,” Monica says, “but don’t judge. I’d be wearing a butt plug.”

Rachel laughs and covers her mouth in surprised. She definitely was not expecting that. Ross’s drooping drunk eyes widen. He just got a new perspective on my wife and her large posterior. Joey forces himself to drink so he can’t comment. Phoebe is the only one brave enough to comment. “That’s so hot. I knew you were a little kinky.”

Monica waves her hand, “I’m not that wild. And remember, this all has never happened!”

I have to know.

I ask, “What happens next in your plan? After your mouth and tongue are so close to me.”

“I imagined you’d be absolutely throbbing by then, but I wouldn’t touch your straining cock. Not with my lips. Not with my tongue. Not with my hand. But you’d feel my hot breath on it.” Monica opens her mouth and sensually lets out a long breath, imitating what she’d do to my cock.

“It’s against the Geneva Convention to **** your husband like this,” Ross calls across the fire.

Monica looks at him, “The wait and the wanting will make it so much better. Besides I’m torturing myself as well. My willpower will only last so long. Finally I’ll straddle his lap, pushing his hard dick between our bodies so I get amazing friction on my clit. We’d make out hardcore while I grind on him. Then when I couldn’t take it anymore, I’d finally angle myself to let him in me. Let him FILL me. After all the waiting it wouldn’t take long for both of us to explode in orgasm.”

Monica fans herself and takes a sip of bourbon, “Wow I just worked myself up. Hopefully that wasn’t too much.”

“Oh that was perfect,” Phoebe says. “What’s your husband think?”

“Where’s the rope? She can tie me up right here by the fire?” I say to their laughs. I’m serious though. I want my wife so badly right now. She couldn’t be sexier. I’ve been waiting for her, wanting her for months. I’m ready to have her.

Monica says, “Okay. That was Rachel and me embarrassing ourselves with tales of our sex lives. I think it’s your turn now Phoebe.”

Phoebe sits back so relaxed and confident, “Ask anything. I’m an open book.”