I turn her down

Rachel looks so tempting. I imagine those soft lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. The feel of those soft heavy tits. But I’m married and my wife is waiting for me. I shake my head, “Sorry. I’m sure we’d have a lot of fun, but I can’t do it. There’s already been too much drama tonight. We shouldn’t have gotten so drunk.”

She looks so dejected. I doubt she’s face rejection much, especially when it’s come to sex. I feel bad. She was **** and I said no. I put my hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re gorgeous, and I was really looking forward to choosing you, but the night has changed. I can’t do any swapping anymore. I think we’d all regret it in the morning.”

“You’re right. I just feel like an idiot,” Rachel wipes a tear from her eye.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Monica says as she walks into the kitchen wearing a red bathrobe.

Rachel blinks the tears out of her blue eyes, “Nothing. I’m just drunk and emotional. I’m still not over Joey being such an ass. I never want to see him again.”

My wife wraps an arm around Rachel. “Yeah he’s such an asshole. Don’t let him ruin your night.”

Rachel straightens up, “I’m trying not to. Maybe a hot shower will help me relax.”

“Oh definitely. The shower is huge too,” Monica says.

Rachel gives my wife a hug and then me a hug before heading to the bathroom. I let out a long breath. I suddenly feel exhausted. It took so much energy to turn down those two beautiful women. I collapse into one of the kitchen table chairs.

Monica sighs, “You look tired.”

With my head down, I grunt in agreeement.

“You know what my friend says: nobody is ever too tired for sex.”

I look up. My brunette wife is smiling at me. Her brown eyes shine with a fire I haven’t seen in years. She wets her lips. “I’m feeling very frisky tonight.”

“Oh are you?” I ask, perking up.

Her lips part in a smile, “Yes.” She lowers the red robe off her pale freckled shoulder, exposing the strap of lacy green lingerie.

“Oh my. Is that new,” I ask. Fuck me. I haven’t seen my wife in lingerie in a while. I’m sure it looks incredible on her. I want her to drop the robe completely and reveal her full body.

“Yes. I bought it just for tonight. I think it looks good on me too. Definitely not something a mom of two should wear.”

I stand up, and step to her, placing my hands on either side of her wide hips. I say, “You’re so fucking sexy. I love this side of you.”

She smiles at me, “You love when your wife is naughty?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re going to love what I borrowed from Phoebe for tonight.”

I’m intrigued.

“What did you borrow from Phoebe?”