We relieve her tension

Rachel lays down on the floor. She combs her strawberry blonde hair off her neck and turns her face away from the group. Joey groans as he kneels down beside her.

Monica leads Ross to the couch, holding his dick like a leash. He sits down and she immediately snuggles up against him. Her hand strokes and squeezes. I hear her whisper, “You’re fucking massive,” and giggle.

Phoebe says, “Your wife is enamored by big cocks.”

“Why do you think she married me?” I say, twisting her nipple piercing.

She squeals and turns back to me. She slaps my chest sharply. “Stop! I’m super sensitive after coming.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, gently rubbing her nipple. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

She kisses me, “Mmm you’re quite the giver huh?”

“I love to please,” I say. I kiss up her neck and suck on her ear.

Phoebe moans, “Who knew Joey talking about his sex history would lead to this.”

I start kissing down her neck. I want to feel those piercings between my teeth.

Monica interrupts my plan. “Hey Phoebe! Pst! I need help over here!”

“I’m a little busy. What do you need?” Phoebe says arching back to push her tits to my face.

“I need help with this dick! It’s so big. I need a tag team partner!”

I look over.

My brunette wife kneels between Ross’s toned legs. His cock is a tall white aspen standing up. So tall that he could easily suck his own dick if he wanted to. She lines her face up next to it and looks at Phoebe. “Seriously it’s taller than my head. I need help.”

Phoebe kisses me, “Sorry. I can’t leave a woman in distress.”

She lays down on the couch with Ross. She starts licking up his long pink shaft while Monica sucks his tip. He leans his head back and whispers, “Holy fucking shit. This is the best dream of my life.”

My wife and his best friend’s wife pleasure his long cock. Each takes turns trying to suck him down while the other plays with his balls. His dick is a three-hander. I tell myself that it looks skinny (probably because the length is so **** than even a normal girth would look thin). I’m glad my wife is enjoying herself.

From the floor, Rachel groans in pleasure. “I’m sorry I doubted you. You are good.”

“No problem. You’re carrying way too much tension in your neck. You needed this,” Joey says, kneading her muscles through her shirt. He looks over at me and tilts his head, telling me to come over.

He asks, “Do you mind if Chandler helps out? I’m sure he isn’t as trained as me, but his intentions are good.”

“Sure,” Rachel says. Her eyes are closed. The massage has made her forget the room is full of naked people.

I start massaging her feet of her long outstretched legs. I massage them while watching my wife suck gag on a long dick.

After thoroughly massaging her feet, I slide my hands up to her toned calves. They’re so smooth in my callused hands. I hope my skin doesn’t feel too rough on her. She doesn’t seem to mind. Her eyes stay closed and she occasionally moans with pleasure. Joey has moved from her shoulders to her back. His hands slip under her shirt so he can work more closely on her. She doesn’t stop him.

Phoebe tiptoes over and whispers in my ear, “Ross says she loves her toes sucked.”

She leaves giggling, making me think this is a trick.

I decide to risk it. I bring my hands back from her smooth calves to her foot. I raise it up off the floor. I prepare for a scream and wrap my lips around her big toe.

She doesn’t scream when I suck. She moans. “Ahhh fuck me.”

Joey’s eyebrows perk up and his mouth opens wide as he looks back at me. With my mouth full of toes I can’t answer. I don’t think it was an invitation. I think it was an exclamation of how good it feels. An unexpected pleasure.

As I massage her feet and suck on her toes, Joey gets bolder. His hands move from her lower back to the top of her ass. She sighs deeply when he kneads her cheeks. He’s definitely not being professional anymore.

My tongue divides her toes. His fingers dig into the waistband of her pajama shorts. She lifts her narrow hips off the ground. He slides her shorts down her long smooth legs to me. I’m shocked to see that he left her panties on. Quite the gentleman

He quickly wedges up her black full-coverage panties into a thong showing me her ivory smooth ass cheeks. His big hand squeezes her tight small bottom.

His finger rubs the damp fabric that clings between her legs. She arches and moans again, “Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck me.”

He grins at me. I’ll admit that one sounded like a request.

She grinds herself against his rubbing fingers.

My mouth takes a break from her toes, and I glance behind me.

My thick wife is impaling her thick body on my best friend’s impossibly long cock. Her fat booty slaps onto his toned thighs. She holds onto his muscles shoulders and arches back so far our eyes meet.

My wife is drunk on big cock.

Phoebe presses her perky tits into Ross’s mouth. So **** for attention. She knows her tits can’t compare to my wife’s that are bouncing in his face. His eyes watch my thick wife. Mesmerized by the sensual jiggle caused by each thrust.

When I turn my face, I’m greeted by a nose full of black panties. I breath in Rachel’s scent. My mouth drools.

I slip the panties off her ankles. Ignoring Joey’s exploring fingers, I lift her hips and bury my face between her legs. My tongue buries itself. I lap at her taste. Her cries sound like a dream.

“Oooohhhh fuck me. Pleeeeease for the love of god! Fuck me!”

My tongue finds her clit. She pushes herself into me. My nose shoves into her opening. I lap and lap. Her moans get louder and louder. I want to eat her for hours. I want to hear her beg me to stop. I want to hear my name in that deep sexual tone that she doesn’t use in public because she’s afraid it’s too masculine. I want to know her true self.

Joey doesn’t give me the pleasure.

He pulls me from this goddess’s pussy.

She immediately pulls her knees underneath her for a base. She wiggles her tight ass. Her red-blonde hair obscured her blue eyes. I can’t tell who she’s looking at when she commands.

“Fuck me.”

A command. A wish. Het truest desire.

Joey’s hand presses my shoulder to push me back. He thinks it’s his turn.