Back shots

Ross reaches behind him and unlocks his wife’s ankles. He pulls out and flips his skinny wife over onto her stomach. He spins her so they’re perpendicular on the bed and face the window.

Rachel raises up onto her knees and forearms. She arches her back. Her big tits sway beneath her. Ross wastes no time grabbing her narrow hips and fucking her behind.

Her hanging tits bounce with each strong thrust from her husband. She moans into the sheets, “Ahh that feels so good.”

Ross slaps her ass and fucks her faster. No way he’s going to last long.

Rachel moans, “Yes babe: give it to me hard.” She lowers her face and her big tits squish into the mattress. “Oh my god! Your balls are slapping my pussy! It feels so good.”

She moans as her husband wildly pounds her. He grasps a fistful of her strawberry blonde hair and pulls her head back while he fucks her. Her beautiful blue eyes look up at the window. She looks right at me.

Her eyes lock on mine. She cries, “Oh fuck. Yesss. Yesss!”

Her tits bounce in every direction. The clapping of his hips against her ass reverberate against the glass. “OH MY GOD!” Her mouth opens wide in orgasmic bliss. She comes staring at me the entire time.

Ross pulls out and strokes his long cock. He nuts all up his wife’s backside. When he’s done stroking, he collapses onto his back. Rachel stays on all fours, looking up at me.

I ask Phoebe, “Why do you think she’s staring at me like this? Shouldn’t she be freaking out that we just spied on her.”

“Let’s go ask her,” Phoebe says. “I don’t think she’s the conservative church wife she pretends to be.”

I use my hands and mouth “Meet me outside?”

She mouths back “Outside?”

I nod yes.

She licks her lips and nods back. She climbs out of bed and grabs a robe.

I help Phoebe climb down the woodpile. I say, “I know we’re having a special night together, but I would love to get Rachel to have a threesome with us.”

Phoebe laughs in shock, “You’re playing a dangerous game. But if you can convince her, I won’t mind.”