Yes, give her what her husband doesn’t

I grin at Phoebe. She’s done some freaky shit to me, and honestly I wouldn’t want my wife doing it, but I enjoyed it. Of course I have to say yes. I kiss her mouth that still tastes of my cum, then I distinctly remember she just licked my ass. I say, “Let’s brush our teeth then head to your room.”

While we brush our teeth together, it’s impossible not to check Phoebe out. Her pierced nipples are a magnet for my eyes. I wanted to examine her tattoos, but I seriously can’t look away from the silver barbells running through her small dark nipples. I spit into the sink, and ask, “When did you get your nipples pierced?”

Head tilted up so toothpaste and spit don’t leak from her mouth, Phoebe answers, “College,” then resumes brushing.

“They look great. They definitely fit your personality. Do you have any other style or are they all like these?”

Phoebe spits into the sink, then looks at me through the mirror. Toothpaste bubbles still clean to her smile when she asks, “Do you want me to change my piercings?”

“No. No. No. Did you bring any other options?” I’m curious. I doubt women pack extra nipple piercings.

She answers, “I did.” She grabs the mouthwash. She swishes it in her mouth and sways her body. My eyes follow her peek tits with every movement. She does a dance that makes them jiggle a little. She’s so fun and playful. I could definitely be married to her.

I say, “Why don’t you change them up tonight?”

She gurgles and spits out the mouthwash. She finally has a fresh mouth after her adventure behind me. She gives a little smile, “Sure. Joey never asks me to change them. I don’t think he cares about my boobs. It’s making me feel hot that you’re so mesmerized by them.”

“You are extremely hot,” I say. “And you just did something Monica would never do. You should think about something your husband doesn’t do, and I can do that.”

“Oh I’m definitely having you go down on me for an hour,” Phoebe laughs. “There is no question about that, so I hope you’re ready to eat pussy.”

“Oh I’m ready to devour you.”

“Perfect,” Phoebe says. “Would you mind grabbing us some water from the kitchen? While you’re doin that, I’ll change my nipple piercings for you.”

The house is eerily silent as I get water. Are Monica and Joey already done and asleep? I give a prayer of thanks because I did not want to hear my wife having sex with my friend.

I walk into Phoebe’s bedroom. She's posed sitting on the bed. And of course my eyes are drawn directly to her nipples.