Yes, she’s ready for Phoebe to please her

Monica looks at me and asks, “Where’s the key?”

I point to the table. She grabs the key, and uncuffs Phoebe. Phoebe rubs her wrists and smiles. “That was a very smart decision.”

Monica looks deeply into Phoebe’s dark eyes. “You’re very convincing. How are you going to pleasure me? Are you going to use those soft lips and nimble tongue?”

Her lips brush up against my wife’s, and Phoebe says, “I’m going to use much more than that to please you.” Her lips close over Monica’s. They sensually make out as I sit there watching.

Phoebe pulls Monica’s hoodie over her head. She delicately cups my wife’s exposed tit. Her thumb slowly encircles the delicate brown nipple. Monica sighs with pleasure.

Phoebe says, “You have such delicious looking nipples.”

Monica almost begs, “Taste them.”

Before she starts sucking my wife’s big tits, Phoebe looks at me. She says, “Bring me my black bag of sex toys out of my luggage.”

I get off the bed and go the luggage on the floor. Monica moans deeply. I’m missing the action! I hurry and grab the black bag where the vibrator was, and take it back to the bed.

Phoebe sensually sucks on my wife’s tits. Both their eyes are closed in pleasure. Fuck. This is definitely not the first time in her adult life that Phoebe has sucked on some tits. I’m memorizing her techniques. I want to make Monica moan like that later.

Like a surgeon, Phoebe brings her head up from the work, sticks out her hand and requests, “Nipple clamps.”

Shit. She’s asking me for them. I was too memorized by the tit sucking. I search through the bag, and find two objects that sort of look like bobby pins. I assume these are the nipple clamps. I pass them to Phoebe.

Monica moans as they get clipped on to her hard nipples. I know her nipples are so sensitive. I wonder if it’s pleasure or pain she’s feeling. It must be pleasure, because she parts her white thighs for Phoebe.

Phoebe takes a bottle of oil, and squirts a bunch in her hand. She rubs her hands together then starts massaging the inside of Monica’s thick thighs. She teases her anxious pussy. Monica moans every time Phoebe’s finger graze her.

Finally once my wife’s supple thighs are shiny and slick with oil, does Phoebe finally penetrate her with her fingers. Monica arches and moans in pleasure. She squeezes her tit, and twists the nipple clamp. Phoebe expertly fingers my wife’s pussy. With her palm facing up, she fucks in and out of my wife with two fingers.

Monica’s loud sensual moans fill the room. Phoebe looks away from my wife’s writhing body, and says to me, “Get the vibrator out of my bag. Turn it on and put it right on your wife’s little clit.”

I grab the wand with a big bulb on it. I it on so it buzzes and vibrates. I place it at the top of my wife’s pussy, right above Phoebe’s slick plunging fingers.

Monica’s moans, and her breathing changes. In quick short bursts, she moans, “Ah Ah Ah” “Fuck fuck fuck.” As she squirms in pleasure, I reach up, and release her nipple clamps to take them off. Monica screams, “AHHHHH!”

She kicks and pushes the vibrator away. She grabs Phoebe hand and pulls her fingers out. She curls up onto her side, and moans, “Ohmygod Ohmygod” over and over again.

Phoebe smiles at me, “I think we just thoroughly fucked your wife.”

“That was so hot,” I say.

“I can tell,” Phoebe says. Her eyes drift down my body to my erection. “How do you want to use that thing?”