She pleasures herself in front of me and her husband

Rachel throws the blanket off her lap and onto the floor. She raises her knees and spreads her legs, opening a window for me to see her bare pussy. Her orange pubic hair is darkened by her husband’s spit. She brings a hand between her legs. Her fingers spread her lips, showing me her pink interior.

She rants, “See what your crazy wife is doing, Ross? I’m showing your best friend my pussy, because you seem to think you own it. You forget that this is my body. You don’t control me. I can do whatever I want.”

She slowly inserts a fingertip into herself and rubs it up when she pulls it out.

“I like my pussy. I’m proud to show it off. Along with the rest of my body. I’ve worked hard to look like this. You don’t appreciate it near enough.”

She swirls on her budding clit, causing her to pause during her rant. Ross moves to cover her up, but freezes at her stare. She threatens, “I can do more than just show off my body.”

“I get the point. I’m sorry. You’re not crazy,” Ross says. He can’t believe he went from sensually giving oral to his wife to her giving a peep show to his friend.

Two knuckles of her finger disappear inside her. “Tell me I’m sexy.”

“You’re sexy. You’re the hotness wife here. You’re so perfect that I didn’t want to share you,” Ross pleads. “Let Chandler leave and we can work this out.”

As she pleasures herself, her blue eyes lock to mine, “Do you want to leave Chandler?”

I shake my head, “No. I want to stay. You are incredible. I want to get on my knees and worship you.”

Rachel grins at her husband, “Your friend appreciates my beauty. Maybe I should let him worship me. It would be nice to feel like a goddess.”

“Babe, please don’t do this. I’m sorry,” Ross gets on his own knees, and begs for forgiveness.

“Nothing sexier than a man on his knees,” Rachel says and looks at me. “Worship me Chandler.”