Only if her husband can join

Phoebe arches her back and rubs her plump ass against me. She says, “I would love to you to fuck me.”

I reach and squeeze her tit. Such the perfect handful. Her piercing pressed against my palm. I want this. She wants this. We’re both drunk as fuck. Fuck the drama with my wife. I’m going to fucking enjoy this.

I kiss up her neck, and whispered into her ear, “I haven’t stop thinking about your little pussy since the five seconds I was in you. You felt so fucking good.”

She pushes back against me, “And I want to feel your fat cock all the way in me.”

Fuck. This is so hot. My cock hardens so quickly. I need to be in her again. I push down my boxer briefs, then grab her shorts. Her hands cover mine and she stops me.

“What?” I ask confused. She wants this. Why is she stopping me.

She rolls on the bed and faces me. My erection pokes against her stomach. She sighs, “I told my husband that if we fooled around he could come back into the bedroom.”

I’m too drunk. I don’t fucking care. I say, “Sure. Is he going to watch or is he going to join us?”

Phoebe shrugs, “That’s for him to decide. I’ll go get him.” She pats my cock. “Stay hard for me big boy. I want you in me very soon.”

She hops out of bed and prances to the living room. She comes back with her drunk husband stumbling behind her. Joey shuts the door behind him, and asks, “So you wanna fuck my wife?”