Get back to my waiting wife

I kiss Phoebe and say, “If we wait a few minutes, we can fuck in the room.”

She clings to me, “Your wife won’t let it happen. She wants me to watch, and get jealous. She barely let you fuck my face. You heard her. She doesn’t want you to pleasure me.”

I shake my head, “She’ll get over that. I’ll get you involved. I’ll get myself inside you tonight. I promise.”

She’s disappointed as she unlatches herself from me. We get her face cleaned up, then walk back to my room together. The living room is empty. The tv shines on a half eaten pizza.

Where did Joey go?

We open the door to my bedroom.

Monica kneels on the bed. She wears harness lingerie. Straps line her body, covering nothing and emphasizing everything. The leather presses into her soft body. Lines curve over her thick ass cheeks. Triangles frame her pale tits, and bare pussy. Her brunette hair is tied up behind her head in a bun.

And her mouth is wrapped around my friend’s dick.

Joey stands up on bed in front of her. Totally naked. His clothes piled near the door.

I call out, “What the hell are you doing?”

Joey turns his face and grins at me, “I figured since my wife sucked your cock, it would only be fair if yours sucked mine.”

His slick flaccid, but hardening, cock falls from my wife’s mouth. She looks at me, “He said that you told him to come get a surprise. I don’t mind if he joins.”

My wife seems into it. She started sucking him without much convincing. But what will she think if I told him that he lied. She’s probably kick him out, then it would be back to the threesome. Back to the threesome where I may not be allowed to pleasure Phoebe.

If Joey stays, I’ll definitely get to fuck Phoebe. But that means he’ll fuck my wife.