As gently as possible

It’s clear that Joey is not going to let me leave. I whisper, “Okay,” until he lets me go.

I walk over to the bed, and go to the side that Phoebe is not sleeping on. I lift up the blanket, and slip under the covers. Phoebe doesn’t stir. She sleeps on her side, facing the edge. I figure I can cuddle up next to her.

I lift the blanket, and slide across the bed until I’m spooning her petite body. She’s wearing shorts and a tank top, which is a little surprising. I expected her to sleep nude. She makes a little groan as I wrap my top arm over her body, and hold her close. She moves her hips, and I feel her soft ass grind up against me.

I’m wondering if I woke hurt, when she says, “Mmm I was wondering when you were coming to bed. You never spoon me anymore. This is nice.”

She has to know I’m not her husband. He’s way taller than me. I don’t have a big beard that would be scratching her neck. My entire torso is pressed up against her, and not just my over-hanging stomach. She cannot possibly think her husband is holding her.

Her ass continuously grinds on me. She’s definitely awake now. My free hand maneuvers so I can brush her hair behind her top ear. My lips lightly kiss the piercings on her cartilage. I softly breathe into her ear before closing my lips around her earlobe, and gently suck it.

Phoebe sensually sighs. Her hand moves on top of mine that is hugged around her. She grips it, and moves it to her breast. I gently squeeze her soft tit through her thin tank top. I massage my fingers together, and feel the hard metal of her nipple piercing.

I don’t rush things. I don’t care if Joey falls asleep in the corner waiting for the action to happen. I massage his wife’s perfect hand-full tits, while I suck on her ears and kiss her neck. Her ass has not stop working against my hips. With the pill and her sexy moans, I feel my cock growing in my sweat pants.

Phoebe moves one hand under her shorts. She moans more deeply as she starts to pleasure herself. After a minute, she takes her hand out of her shorts. With two fingers sticking out, she reaches her hand back toward my face. I stop kissing her neck. I wrap my lips around her fingers, and suck deeply, tasting the tang of her pussy. I hum in approval as I suck her remaining juices.

I move my hand from her soft tits, slipping it down the cotton of her shirt. I feel the smooth skin of her stomach, before I slide my hand under her shorts. She’s not wearing underwear, and I feel the soft tangle of her pubic hair. I feel further, heat radiates from her. My fingers explore, and spread her lips. I rub her. She’s already so wet. I insert a fingertip.

Phoebe moans, “Fuuuck.” And moves her hips away from mine momentarily. I take this opportunity to adjust my cock, so my erection is resting up against my stomach.

I get back in position. My lips on her ear. My fingers massaging her warm textured interior. Phoebe backs herself back into me, and my cock rest perfectly between her ass cheeks. Feeling my hard cock for the first time, she lets out a little, “Oh my.”

She grinds her hips again, and the friction feels so great on my cock. I can’t help it, I almost growl in her ear, “Feel what your ass does to me.”

Phoebe turns her head, and finally looks back at me. She smiles and asks, “What took you so long to join me?”

I kiss her smiling mouth. Fuck. She’s so cute when she’s not teasing me. Her tongue swirls around mine. And she’s a good kisser. She turns completely over to face me. I have to take my hand out of her shorts. I lay on my side, and Phoebe puts her hand behind my head, and pulls me into a deep kiss.

She tries to take the lead, but I have her stop. “I need to do something first.” I take my fingers that were just in her pussy, and bring them to my mouth. I suck them, tasting her again, relishing her sexual taste. “Sorry. I just needed to taste you again.”

Phoebe’s mouth pounces on mine. Her soft lips press against mine, and her tongue works manically. She pulls back, and looks me in the eyes, “You can have more than just a taste of me. You can have anything you want.”

“I want to treat you like a princess tonight,” I say.

“Nuh uh,” Joey says, and grumbles as he stands up. Shit. I had hoped he had fallen asleep. He walks closer to the bed. “No. I want you to fuck my wife like a little whore.”