My wife dominates me

Monica takes control before I can answer, “Get on your back Chandler. I wanna ride you.”

No way I'd disagree when she’s looking at me like that. She’s about to show Phoebe that I’m her husband. She owns me. She can do whatever she wants with her man and I’ll still beg her for more. I lay back on the bed.

My wife’s big thick body fills my entire view as she straddles me. Her pale tits dangle in front of my face. Her nipples drag across my nose. When I move my face to suck them, she pulls her body back giggling. Such a tease. She reaches back, and guides my cock to her pussy. She sits her full weight down on me.

I groan, “Oh fuck.”

Monica rocks on me, “Have you missed your wife’s pussy?”

“Yes,” I breathe. Fuck. “I’ve missed it so much.”

I’ve so fucking deep inside her. Her big soft ass presses my thighs, sinking us into the mattress. The bed squeaks with each rock on her big hips. She combs her hands into her hair and arches her head back. She moans, “I love the way you fill me.”

Her big tits sway as she rides. I reach up to squeeze them. I barely caress her curve when her hand gives me a stinging slap. I snap my hands back and look up at my wife’s serious face. She says, “Don’t use your hands. Use your mouth.”

She doesn’t bend down to me. I have to sit myself up. I prop myself up on my hands and bring my mouth to her perfect nipple. I tease it with my tongue. Monica’s grabs the back on my head, and presses my face to her soft tits. “Suck them,” she commands.

She holds my head against her and I suck her like a baby as she rides my cock. The pressure on my head doesn’t relent. It’s like she’s trying to suffocate me against her big soft tits. I slobber on them, trying to give her as much pleasure as I can while trying to breathe.

Finally her hands release my head. I pull back, and she pushes my shoulders knocking me back down to the mattress. She squeezes her spit covered tits together. “I knew you missed sucking on my tits.”

I’m gasping for breath, and just nod.

Monica gestures to Phoebe, “Sit on his face.”

Phoebe doesn’t dare object. She crawls over and straddles her petite body over my face. Her scent overwhelms my nose. I lick up through her slit. She gives a little moan.

“I said ‘sit’, not ‘hover’,” my wife says. “Sit on his face.”

Phoebe lowers her weight onto my face. Luckily she’s half my wife’s size. Her weight is nothing. The problem is that my nose is jammed into her snatch. Air will be hard to come by while I lick her clit. My wife is torturing me with pussy.

Monica no longer just grinds on me. She raises her hips and then pounds her pussy down onto my cock. It shakes the entire bed. If she raises up too high, and my cock pops out of her pussy, she’ll break my cock in half. I pray that doesn’t happen. Her ass impacts my thighs with loud slap each round. Her wet pussy splashes with each concussion of my cock. She grunts with the effort. Her arms push down onto my chest.

She’s moaning wildly, “Oh my fucking god. The friction on my bean! Oh fuck oh fuck.”

She pounds her big thick body down on my cock over and over. Until she orgasms loudly, and stops moving. She’s helpless and **** in this state of bliss.

I push Phoebe off my face. I look up at my wife who clutches herself. I grab her hips.

Time for my ****.

I bend my knees. I thrust up as hard as I can. Monica moans, “Oh no Chandler. I can’t take anymore.”

I don’t care.

I thrust again and again. I pound her over-sensitized pussy. She falls on top of me. Her soft curves pressing into me. She weeps and begs as I pound in and out in and out. “I’m so sorry. I’m a bad wife.”

I can’t last any longer. I pull my cock out. I grip my throbbing cock as I spurt out hot cum on her big pale ass. FuckFuckFuck. I stroke myself empty.

My wife’s body is a heavy weight on top of me. She’s not moving, and whimpers in my ear. Her brown hair covers my face. I say, “Phoebe can you help move her off of me.”

With her help, I roll my wife off my body. Her big body glistens with sweat. My cum on her ass sticks onto the sheets. I’m panting and exhausted. I tap my wife, “Don’t fall asleep yet. We gotta clean up.”

She groans in response, but doesn’t move. Phoebe says, “I don’t think she’s moving.”

“Yeah. She’s done,” I agree. “How do you wanna do this? I really don’t want to sleep on these sheets and we just dirtied them like that.”

“Me either,” Phoebe says. “Follow me.”