Don’t touch Phoebe

My wife, still flush with orgasm, answers, “You’re my husband. Your tongue belongs to me.” She looks over to Phoebe, “Sorry girl, but Chandler is mine. I’m the only one he gets to pleasure.”

Fuck. I was looking forward to seeing Phoebe’s pussy, and feeling her squirm from my tongue. I see the disappointment on Phoebe’s face as well. Then a smile creeps up her face, and she says, “You said he doesn’t get to pleasure me. So I can pleasure him?”

Monica stays quiet, and wipes the sweat from her brow.

Frustrated at the lack of response, Phoebe asks, “Can I touch your husband?”

Monica says, “Sure. After that orgasm, he deserves it, but he doesn’t get to pleasure you.” She looks at me, “No touching her. I’ll be watching.”

Phoebe’s face lights up in the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. I don’t think a woman has ever been so excited to pleasure me. She looks so cute smiling. She should do it more. Then she looks to me, and her face morphs. She commands, “Lay back down and put your hands behind your head.”

“Yes sir,” I joke, and moved from between my wife’s legs back to my spot in the middle. I sit back on the headrest and put my hands behind my head. My erection tents by boxer briefs.

Monica laughs at me, “You look so confident.” She sits up and gives me a passionate kiss. “Enjoy it, because it’s only for tonight.”

“I love you,” I say as she backs away, and Phoebe prowls in front of me.

Straddling my lower legs, she asks, “Can I kiss him?”

“No way!” Monica laughs. “Just suck his dick and get it over with.”

Phoebe places her hands on my knees. Her fingers start slowly caterpillaring up my thighs. Her fingers tapping on my thighs moving closer and closer to my boxer briefs. She giggles as her fingers inch closer to my waistband.

My wife huffs, “Oh my god. I cannot watch this. Get under the blanket!”

She grabs the comforter and throws it over Phoebe. Fuck. Watching is half the fun of a blowjob.

From under the blanket, Phoebe says, “Since I can’t see you, you’re going to have to be really vocal about how you are enjoying it. I aim to please, so don’t be afraid to moan and tell me what you like.”

Monica’s face scrunches in disgust. Best not to look at her. I close my eyes and say, “I’m usually not very vocal but I’ll try.”

Once under the blanket, Phoebe talks only to me, but I know she’s saying it to drive my wife crazy. She's going to tease my wife as much as she teases me.

Her hands dig into my waistband, and pull my underwear down. I lift my hips to help ease taking them off my body. She slips them off my feet, and leaves them on the mattress. Her small hand wraps around my shaft. She’s coos, “Oh my god. You feel even thicker in my hand than you looked! I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit my mouth around this.”

I can hear my wife roll her eyes.

I say, “I’ve seen your husband’s penis. You can’t flatter me.”

Phoebe squeezes my shaft, and her wet tongue swirls around my mushroom head. I shiver in pleasure. She says, “Yeah Joey’s is really long. But I don’t think you understand how rare your girth is. This is seriously impressive.”

Her soft lips press a kiss against the head of my cock. I give a little moan, “Yeah. Make out with my cock.”

Her lips trail kisses down my shaft. Once at the base, her tongue flicks out and licks my balls. I groan, “Yes! My wife never plays with my balls.”

“Hey!” Monica says, and hits me in the arm. “Not fair! I don’t deserve that!”

“Sorry ahhh,” my apology is cut short by Phoebe engulfing my balls into her mouth. They’re so sensitive and I can’t talk through the pleasure pulsing up my body. I realized I stopped breathing and have to take a deep breath. I exhale with an “Ohmygod!”

“I’ll make a note that you like that,” Monica says. “I didn’t know.”

Phoebe’s agile tongue rolls my balls around in her mouth. “Oh yeah. I really like it. Oh fuck.”

She lets my balls escape her mouth, and her flattens tongue licks up my shaft, then swirls around the rim of my head. Then she opens wide, and wraps her mouth around me. I groan, “Suck me you dirty little slut.”

“Mmm yes sir,” Phoebe says, and goes to work sucking down my cock.

“Mmm fuck girl. You have no problem getting my dick to the back of your throat.”

Next to me I hear, “Oh Chandler. It’s turning me on hearing you talk so dirty.” I look over to my wife. She has her shirt lifted, and is twirling her finger around her perfect nipple.

Oh fuck. Then Phoebe forces her head down further onto my cock, making herself gag. I roll my head back, “Fuck it’s so hot hearing you gag.”

She slurps up my cock, and then catches her breath. Her hand strokes the length of my cock. “You have such a fat cock, Chandler. I’d love to feel it stretch me.” She moans, “Please ask your wife if you can fuck me. I want to feel you inside me so bad.”

My cock throbs in Phoebe’s hand. The jerking and the words have me so close to orgasm . I could come so easily if I let myself. I take a deep breath and look at my wife, who currently plays with herself.

I ask, “Please hunny. Can I fuck the shit out of this little slut’s pussy?”