Give it a little kiss

I look to my wife, “I need to make sure she’s ready for me first. It would be uncomfortable for me to stick my cock into a dry pussy.”

“Oh she’s definitely not dry,” Monica says. “I can see her shining from here.”

“Just to be sure,” I say, and before my wife can say anything, I let a large glob of spit drop from my mouth to the pink pussy. I follow the spit with my lips and slurp it up. I just happen to suck on her little bud which elicits a loud moan from Phoebe. My tongue lashes up and I give her entire warm slit a lap before Monica calls out telling me to stop.

I pull my face up, “I’m sorry. I just really needed to confirm she was wet. And she is, so we’re good.”

Phoebe smiles up at me, knowing that I couldn’t resist the temptation of her pussy. Her eyes connect with mine. I’m sure she’s seeing the same wanting and desire in mine that I’m seeing in hers.

My wife sees it too. Monica says, “Flip her over on her stomach and take her from behind.”

I don’t have to flip her. Phoebe rolls over on her own. She lays on her stomach and slightly raises her ample ass in the air. I crawl up behind her and straddle her legs. I take my cock and slap it against her ass cheek.

Monica asks, “Are you having fun?”

I smile, “Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Now time to take her virginity.” I aim my cock down, and try to push in.

Phoebe jumps, “Whoa that’s my ass!”

“Oh shit! Sorry.” I aim lower and poke around until I feel the wetness between her lips. I push into until her pussy envelops my head.

Phoebe moans, “Yup. That’s the right hole.”

I slowly thrust into Phoebe’s prone body. I don’t know if it’s the position or her anatomy but her pussy feels so tight. Her warmness squeezes my cock. I feel like I can barely fit inside. I have to vocalize my pleasure. “Holy fuck girl. You feel like you might actually be a virgin.”

She moans, “Your girth is making me feel like one again.”

I grip and spread her ass cheeks to try to push myself even deeper. I also get the benefit of a nice view of her lips gripping my cock.

Monica says, “I know she’s small, but no way is she still that tight. She’s a mother.”

Phoebe turns her face to look at my wife. With a breath between a moan, she says, “Caesarean and constant kegels.”

“Hmm. I bet there’s not that much of a difference between the two of us,” Monica says.

I don’t have the courage to tell my wife that there is. It’s taking all my willpower not to explode inside Phoebe. Her pussy feels so incredible. If I pick up my pace any, then I’m going to come uncontrollably.

Monica says, “Chandler pull out of her. We’re going to have a blind experience. Get on your back and put a pillow over your face. I want to see if you can tell whose pussy is riding you.”

I hate to question my wife’s plan, but I say, “No offense, but I’ll be able to tell from the weight difference who is riding me.”

“Are you calling me fat!?” Monica asks.

Fuck.

“I’m joking. I know I’m much bigger than Phoebe. We’ll just squat over you so only your dick go into us and you feel nothing else.”

This plan has a ton of flaws, but I don’t want to ruin this opportunity to fuck two women.

I just say, “Sure. Experiment on my cock all you want.”