Rachel goes down on Ross

I stare through the window, eager to see what happens next. I really don’t want to go down on Phoebe. The logistics of cunnilingus on a woodpile would not work. Please suck his dick, Rachel.

She prowls like a cat between her husband’s legs. She places her weight on her arms, revealing how toned they are. She lowers her head, and flicks her tongue out, then slowly lifts the head of her husband’s cock with just her tongue. She smiles before closes her mouth around the head, then swallowing the soft length of his cock.

“Yes!” I quietly cheer and pump my fist. I wobble on the wood, and have to catch my balance against the house.

“Careful!” Phoebe warns. “You better not fall when I’m giving you head.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my balance,” I say as Phoebe moves between me and the window, briefly blocking my view. I try to peek around her to watch Rachel.

Disappointed she says, “Usually I have a man’s full attention when I’m about to suck his cock.” She grabs my shaft through my shorts, and I finally look into her eyes. She smiles, “That’s better. Now let me know when she’s done sucking. I want to watch them fuck too.”

I nod, and Phoebe squats down. She starts unbuttoning my shorts. Holy shit. My mind races. I’m about to get my dick sucked by my friend’s wife. AND. I also get to watch my best friend’s beautiful wife suck his dick. There might be too much information to process.

I decide to watch Rachel, and just enjoy the feeling and sounds of Phoebe. Maybe I’ll take a glance just to see what she looks like with my cock in her mouth.

Rachel expertly sucks her husband’s cock with just her mouth. Her hands are still firmly planted in the mattress. His cock gradually stiffens in her mouth. It doesn’t increase in size but starts to angle out from his body. Rachel takes his full length with each suck, her lips tickling his red bush of pubic hair before sucking back out. No way she has a gag reflex.

Phoebe is VERY handsy. She grips and squeezes my shaft, making my mushroom head bulge. She pulls, and massages my balls. Her nails trace the big vein that runs the length of my shaft. I’m rigid before her mouth ever touches me. Both her hands grip me like a baseball bat. Only the very top of my tip is uncovered. Her wet tongue swirls this exposed part.

Rachel takes her mouth from her husband’s fully hard cock. Her lips shine with spit. His cock drips with slobber. Holy fuck. What a sloppy wet blowjob! Who knew the pretty, always put together Rachel could get so messy?

Phoebe has moved her hands down. One gently massages my balls while the other firmly grips the base of my shaft; and rhythmically jerks me. Her mouth encompasses the head of my cock, and her tongue continuously swirls around the ridge of my mushroom head, sending waves of pleasure up my body.

Ross licks his lips, and he says something I can’t hear. He twirls a single finger. Rachel sits back, and pulls her flannel shorts off her long legs. She does it so fast that I don’t get to see her pussy. She climbs over Ross’s body, and faces his legs. She bends over and wraps her lips around husband’s cock, and backs her pussy into his waiting face. I’m watching my best friend 69 with his wife.

Phoebe sucks me strongly down to the fingers of her jerking hand and then slurps back up to the tip. It’s feeling really good and I don’t want it to stop. Technically Rachel is still sucking Ross.

Fuck I feel like I should tell Phoebe they changed positions.