Just watch

I don’t want to **** myself into the situation. I’ll just let it happen naturally. I scoot to the side to give Monica and Phoebe space.

They’ve already forgotten about me. They’re focused on each other’s lips, and the swirl of their tongues. Phoebe hand is hidden beneath the blanket, but from my wife’s sighs, I know exactly what’s it’s doing. I wonder if Monica has had a girl-on-girl experience. She’s never mentioned it before but she seems so comfortable with Phoebe, especially how she twist Phoebe’s nipple piercing through her shirt.

In a break in the kissing, Monica gasps, “I need to be naked. Let’s get naked.”

Phoebe helps lift my wife’s shirt over her head. Her big tits beg to be squeezed. Her perfect nipples are hardened and **** to be sucked. I **** myself not to reach over and cup my wife’s tits. After months of no sex, I’m so eager to join, but I hold back: good things come to those who wait.

Once my wife has been taken care of Phoebe strips off her top, revealing her extremely perky tits again. My wife reaches up and plays with the small dark nipples. Phoebe lets out a little moan, then pushes her shorts down her legs. Oh god I want to smack her plump ass so badly.

My wife runs a hand between the bush of black pubic hair between Phoebe’s legs. She says, “I wish I could let mine grow out. Yours looks sexy and cute, mine looks like Duck Dynasty.”

As they talk, I see Monica’s finger slowly rubbing Phoebe’s pussy.

“No way. I’m sure yours looks sexy too. Just own it. Besides you’re married. I’m sure Chandler doesn’t care,” Phoebe glances at me. The first acknowledgment of my presence since they started making out.

“Yeah. I don’t care,” I agree. “I’ll go down on you no matter what.”

Phoebe looks back to my wife, “See. You’re a lucky woman. My husband never goes down on me.” She sighs as my wife’s finger continues to fuck her.

“Oh no! That’s awful!” Monica exclaims. “I could never be with a man who didn’t go down on me. You deserve special treatment tonight since your husband is such an ass.”

Phoebe’s thumb rubs circles around my wife’s nipple. She closes her eyes in pleasure. She whispers the question, “Which one of you is going to give my pussy this special treatment?”

Oh I’m so ready to join, and bury my face between Phoebe’s legs. But it’s not my decision to make.

My wife smiles at Phoebe’s question, then looks at me before she answers.