Stay in the kitchen

Monica makes the first move. She pushes her chair back, and strides around the table. Her robe flaps over to reveal her naked body. Ross scoots his chair back, and my wife immediately mounts him. He buries his face in my wife’s soft tits. His mouth ties to devour them. My wife moans as his sucking mouth latches to her nipple.

Rachel sees their action and shrugs, “I guess we’re doing it in here.”

She casually strolls over to me. I scoot my chair back. She sits down in my lap sideways, both legs dangles off one side of my legs. She drapes an arm around my shoulder, and looks down at me. I’ve never been this close to Rachel. Her makeup free face is spotted with the sweetest freckles I never knew she had. Her blue eyes behind her black frames study my face.

“I’ve never been so close to you before,” I say.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Rachel says. She leans her face down to me. “Let’s make it even closer.”

I kiss her lips. Very softly and slowly, just barely opening my mouth to feel her soft bottom lip between mine. Her hand sneaks behind my head, and brings me deeper into a kiss. I tentatively open my mouth and her tongue snakes in. It swirls into my mouth. She has none of my hesitation. She wants me, and she wants to take full advantage of tonight.

I have to let her know that I want her just as badly.

As we make out, I run my hand up her shirt. I cup her far breast in my hand. It’s so big and soft. So much heavy in my palm that my wife’s. Rachel sighs her approval against my lips. I gently massage it. Her hardened nipple flicks against my thumb.

From across the table, I can hear my wife’s heavy breathing and husky moans. “Oh my god Ross. I think you’re gonna make me come from just sucking my tits. Don’t stop.”

I slip my hand under Rachel’s loose t-shirt, and finally feel the warm skin her big hanging breast. I lightly pinch her nipple. Rachel stops making out long enough to lift her t-shirt off over her head. She immediately returns her soft lips to mine. One soft tit squishes into my chest. The other is never leaving my hand.

Rachel breaks the kiss again, and brings her moist lips to my ear. Her sultry whisper sends a shiver down my spine straight to my cock, “Not to be so forward, but can I suck you right here in the kitchen?”

The fact that she just so politely and sexily asked if she could suck my cock almost makes me explode in my pants. I can’t even talk. I have to nod Yes. She slowly slips off my lap.

I look over to Ross and Monica. He must not have been content with licking her tits, because now he’s licking something else. My wife now sits in the chair and has her legs kicked up, and rests her feet on the table. Ross face is buried between her thick milky thighs. Monica has one hand placed on the back of his head, and one squeezing her tit. There’s no one of else in the room to her.

Rachel kneels before me, she looks up at me. Her tongue subtly wets her lower lip as she undoes my pants.

The back door crashes open. Joey stomps into the house. His voice booms, “What’s going on in here!?”