She pulls me back out to the living room

In response, Phoebe grabs my hand and pulls me out of the bedroom. Once outside, she lightly closes the door.

She looks up at me, but it feels like she’s looking down at me. Her arms cross her chest and hide her pierced nipples. She does not look happy.

She says, “It’s cool if you want to watch your wife get fucked, but I’m not going to blow you while you do it. I’m going to be honest. I really want to fuck you, and I think we will have a lot of fun. Let’s take advantage of this night. It will never happen again. Forget about my husband and your wife. Just come with me and we’ll have a night you’ll always remember.”

She lowers her arms out to the side and really shows off her body. Her incredible petite body. The perky tits. The thick ass. The tattoos and piercings. Her naked body is better than I ever imagined. And she wants to fuck me. She’s begging for me to fuck her. Her little body is mine for the night. Every hole available for my every desire. Willing to try everything. Dirty acts I’m too embarrassed to tell my wife about. Phoebe will do it and take it a step further. A night of filthy sexual fulfillment.

And after a year of basically no sex. I need that.

Yet I hear my wife gagging on a huge cock through the bedroom door, and I want to see what happens next. I want to see how she can take that cock. How will she ride it? Will she cry out in pain or will she want even more? Is she secretly a size queen? A slut for the biggest cocks? What if she asks to feel it stretch out her little asshole? I wouldn’t be able to stop coming if my wife looked me in the eye as she got pounded in the ass.

This should be such an easy decision.