They’re not

I walk into the bedroom. Both women are posed, stretched out on the bed. Totally nude.

Fuck me.

I close and lock the door quickly. We’re not getting interrupted. I turn back to the two women. I can’t help but compare them.

Small similarities. Both have such pale smooth skin with splattering of freckles. Their hair is tied up on their heads, exposing their ears and necks. Their legs are long and toes are painted. Their eyes share the same look of desire.

My wife’s eyes are brown under thick eyebrows, while Rachel’s are a bright blue beneath brows so thin and light, they’re hardly there. My wife’s torso is soft with a round belly. Rachel is sculpted lean and hard like marble. She’s so thin I can see her ribcage. The only things soft on her are the massive natural tits that sag against her body. My wife’s tits are smaller by a cup size, but retain more her their youthful perkiness. My wife’s nipples are aesthetically perfect: light brown and circular with the perfect ratio to the size of her breast. Rachel’s nipples are ghosts against her pale tits. Invisible areola with hard nubs at their peaks. My wife shaved her pussy bare for this weekend. Red soft pubic hair covers the triangle between Rachel’s legs. She isn’t even trimmed enough to wear a bikini. Her legs are so long with sexily toned calves. My wife has mouthwatering milky thick thighs.

I have to remember to breathe while looking at them.

They giggle. “I think my husband is stunned.”

“I haven’t had a man look at me that thoroughly in forever,” Rachel says. “It made me feel so sexy.”

Monica rolls her eyes, “You’re ridiculously sexy. Don’t be modest.” She looks to me, “Why don’t you come over here and show how sexy you think her body is with your mouth.”

I strip as I walk to the bed, my eyes never leaving Rachel’s perfect body. I can’t wait to use my tongue everywhere on her, I don’t even worry about what my wife is going to do. She can do whatever the hell she wants if I get to fuck Rachel.