Yes, they 69

My wife finally understands and leans forward. Her ass rises a little bit giving Phoebe room to breathe. She brings her face down to Phoebe’s pussy. She looks up at me to make sure I’m watching.

I say, “Do it. She tastes amazing.”

Monica starts with a hesitant kiss on the inside of Phoebe’s thighs. She slowly makes her to her black hair covered pussy. Finally her tongue comes out, and she licks down the outside of it. Even though Monica is quivering with her own pleasure, she very slowly licks Phoebe. Her tongue parts Phoebe’s lips, slowly moving through her, feeling every slick texture.

Phoebe’s hand moves up and grips my wife’s big ass, spreading it. The other hand slips between her legs. Monica moans loudly when a finger enters her, but she doesn’t pick up her pace. Just very soft deliberate laps down Phoebe’s pink pussy.

Monica’s technique is such a contrast to Phoebe. Wet smacking comes from between my wife’s legs. It sounds messy. There’s humming. There’s fingering. She uses her entire face to please my wife. And not just my wife’s pussy. Her asshole seems to be slick with spit as well.

My wife continues to slowly use her tongue. I don’t know if I’ve even heard a sigh of pleasure from Phoebe. She may be too concentrated on pleasing my wife, or my wife might be terrible at eating pussy.

I don’t want to offend my wife by giving advice. It’s not like I’m an expert. If Phoebe has a problem with it, I’m sure she’ll give some direction. I just know I’d prefer Phoebe enthusiasm more.