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Chapter 14 by OppositeOfMiddle OppositeOfMiddle

Am I able to tell whose pussy I’m inside?

Yes. It’s extremely obvious

I lay back and put the pillow over my face. No way this will work. Might as well enjoy the show.

From the way the mattress tilts, Monica is on my left, Phoebe on my right. The mattress moves on my wife’s side, then settles as she hovers over me. A hand grabs my cock. My head rubs through a slit pussy, then is sat on.

Even the moan tells me that it’s my wife’s pussy on my cock. She works it up and down, squeaking the mattress. Finally get dismount, and bounces down on her side.

I don’t guess yet.

The mattress barely moves as Phoebe straddles me. With my cock at her entrance, I can already tell it’s her. Her anatomy is much smaller than my wife’s. It takes effort to **** my cock inside in.

Fuck. Her pussy squeezes me as she squats down. I groan and she moans.

It’s not enough. I grab her thin waist and push her further down on my cock. I thrust my hips up. I’m deep inside her glorious pussy. I pull out and thrust again. I fuck her hard from the bottom. She moans like wild. Damn, I want to fuck this little pussy forever.

My wife doesn’t want that.

She stops it, and makes Phoebe dismount.

I take the pillow off my face, “I honestly couldn’t tell you which pussy was which.”

Monica does not like the joke. I just humiliated her. It was obvious I like the feel of Phoebe’s pussy more. She gets off the bed, and put on her robe. She mumbles, “I hope you two have fun. I’m going to sleep alone.”

Fuck. I upset my wife and she just left. It will not be a fun ride home tomorrow.

Do I stay with Phoebe or chase my wife?

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