The foursome

Chandler was too drunk to properly navigate this situation.

His beautiful brunette wife is ready to reconnect, and add the romance back into their marriage. Remembering that being marriage can be fun—unprotected sex, anal, lingerie, butt plugs. She wasn’t letting these other women have her husband without her.

The newly “single” bombshell, who had made a recent emotional connection to the man. One glorious pussy licking and fucking was all it took to infatuate her. She wasn’t this night end without another chance of staring into her eyes while he filled her.

Then there was the ticking time bomb hoping to release her pent up emotions through sex. Her goal is to punish her asshole husband, and make him care about consequences. Poor Chandler just happens to be the only one available to take her aggression.

The problem with Chandler is that he couldn’t make a decision. He could have directed them: started with making out, see who could kiss the best, he could have asked all three women to suck his dick at the same time, creating a memory for the ages, expect Chandler said absolutely nothing, just let it happen. All three women made the choice for him. Each with their own motivations, each devoured him in their own way.

Rachel sucks his cock, sucking way too sensually for the context of the situation—she was literally laying in dirt. Phoebe rides his face, bucking her hips forward and back, grinding herself on his nose. Monica brings his hand to her pussy, and directed her husband to finger her. Chandler was drunk. He couldn’t find Phoebe’s clit with his tongue, let alone finger at the same time his wife properly at the same time. Monica ended up taking his hand and fucking herself with his two fingers.

The only one doing serious work was Rachel. She gagged and choked on his cock. The sight that thousands of her subscribers would pay $100 each for. Unfortunately Chandler didn’t get to watch since an angry pussy kept grinding up and down his face.

Monica politely took her husband’s cock out of the pretty woman’s mouth and put it in her pussy. She sits down on it, her thick ass rubbing against Rachel’s face before she can back away. The thick brunette rides and moans, “God, I’ve missed the feeling of my husband’s cock. There’s nothing like it.”

She looks at the frustrated Asian and directs, “Come suck my tits. My nipples are so sensitive.”

Phoebe bends forward to suck Monica’s milky tits. Fresh air teases Chandler’s face. He greedily sucks it in. He doesn’t care about eating pussy right now. He just wants to breathe. He grabs Phoebe’s plump ass, and pushes her off his face. Her knees drag in the dirt as she slides toward his chest.

Chandler grasps for breath, blows snot that is 80% pussy juice out of his nose. He slaps Phoebe’s ass hard. “You almost suffocated me!”

She wiggles her ass in his face. She doesn’t care. A lot of men would say that’s how they would like to die—a pretty Asian latching their pussy to their head like an Alien face hugger.

He can feel his wife’s thick body presses on his thighs. Her wet pussy sliding up and down his cock. It was familiar. Comfortable. Safe. Routine. The context was different but the woman was the same. With Phoebe sucking her tits, Monica came fast and hard, whining in orgasm. Hugging her soft body tightly with her hugs to protect it from more sensually sucking. She dismounted my cock, and lays in the grass.

Phoebe’s nails drag down his throbbing cock, not softly either. She cups and squeezes his balls. “What do you think will upset my husband most?”

“Unloading the bank account, then fleeing with your daughter to start a new life,” Rachel says. She sits comfortably in a chair, patiently waiting for her turn.

Phoebe shakes her head, “You don’t understand my husband. That just makes him single again. Let’s him fuck as many people as he wants.”

“Cut off his dick,” Monica says. “Simple. No more sex for him.”

Phoebe squeezes Chandler’s shaft hard, making his mushroom head bulge. “I’ve thought about it plenty of times.” Her thumb swirls across his pee hole uncomfortably. “Do you think this thick dick will fit in my ass?”

Anal sex with Phoebe and her ass that Chandler has checked out countlessly. In the right context, that could be hot and enjoyable, but right now they are laying in the dirt, rocks digging into his back. No proper lube within 20 miles. Spit isn’t going to get his fat cock in that tight little hole, but it may be fun to try.

He looks to his wife, who’s collecting her things, collecting his things, presumably to head back into the house. Clean off this wild night, return to their efficient marriage. Maybe tonight will be spark enjoy to bring back the flame they started with. She’s the obvious safe choice. Their marriage may collapse if he doesn’t go back in the house with her.

Then there is Rachel just patiently waiting to be chosen. Wearing only her denim jacket for warmth against the breeze, her long smooth legs crossed at the ankles in front of her. The fire has burned so low, it’ll only warm you up if you step directing on the embers. Her eyes don’t live Chandler. It’s obviously what she wants. She just hopes he has courage enough to make the decision.