The edge

“I’ll take the edge. It’ll be a Chandler sandwich,” Phoebe says.

I look at my wife skeptically, “Do you trust her sleeping next to me?”

“She’s harmless,” Monica says. “Her husband is an ass, and we’re giving her a place to sleep. Are you worried she’s going to bite you?”

Phoebe gives a snap of her teeth in play.

“Now that you mention it. Yes,” I say crawling into bed. My curvy wife on one side, and a petite temptress on the other. I hope Phoebe doesn’t try anything, I don’t think I’d be able to resist. Her smile tells me that she knows I’m weak. I get into the bed, and then she joins us. Her hand brushes my body as I scoot under the covers.

“Have you ever been in bed between two beautiful women before,” Phoebe asks.

“No,” I reply, trying not to acknowledge her hand rubbing my side. She's definitely trying to turn this into something more than sleeping. I egg her on, “I imagine this isn’t your first time sleeping with a married couple.”

Phoebe gives a chuckle, “No way I stayed a slept there! The threesome was awkward enough.”

Monica turns, and talks over me, “When did you have a threesome with a married couple!?”

“Umm early 20s, right after college,” Phoebe answers.

“You have to tell us about it,” Monica says, her voice pitched with excitement.

“Oh it wasn’t that great,” Phoebe says and rolls over. Her hand slides down my stomach, and rest on my cock between my legs. I hope my wife can’t see the bulge it creates under the blanket. Her voice doesn’t betray her actions as she continues, “It was it one of my clients who constantly hit on me. I always told him no, because he was married. He was a handsome man, and ridiculously wealthy so I put up with the flirting. Eventually after I repeatedly turned him down because he was married, he said his wife was cool with it if we fooled around.” Her hand rubs up and down my thickening shaft. “And I thought I was calling his bluff, when I said, ‘If she’s cool with it then let’s have a threesome.”

Monica grabs my hand under the blanket, and puts it between her legs. My fingers drum against her warm panties. She says, “I’m assuming he said Yes.”

Phoebe smiles, feeling how I’ve hardened, “He didn’t even take a second to think it over. He immediately said yes, then named a place and time. He was so confident. I thought I was going to get a text cancelling the plan once he was talked to his wife, but a text never came, only a package and a note that said, ‘Wear this to the bar.’ It was a ridiculously expensive necklace. Honestly it made me feel a little trashy like I was getting paid for a threesome, but I definitely wasn’t giving that away.”

“Do you still have it,” Monica asks, her voice wavering as my fingertip enters her wet pussy.

“No,” Phoebe says, squeezing the shaft of my cock. “I sold it when I got engaged to Joey. It more than paid for the open bar.” She moves her hand and jerks my cock. Holy fuck. I can let her jack me off with my wife right next to me. I need to do something.

I sit up straight.

“What?” Asks Monica.

“Nothing,” I turn to Phoebe, “continue with your story. I’m listening.” I throw the blanket over my head and crawl down the bed, and then over my wife’s leg. I start kissing down the inside of her calf.

Monica squeals, “Oh my god Chandler! Phoebe is right here!”

“I don’t see anything happening. Just relax and be a captive audience for my story,” Phoebe says.

I continue to listen as I kiss up my wife’s inner thigh that she parts in welcome. I’m so turned on thinking I’m about to eat out my wife while my friend’s wife is in bed next to us.

Phoebe goes on like nothing is happening: “So I meet them at a bar downtown on a Tuesday night, which I thought was so weird. I wore a sleek dress, the necklace and nothing else. From the wife’s first look, I knew that she fucking hated me and she didn’t want to be there. She must have had no skills, and signed a tight assed pre-nup. She was only there because her rich husband told her to. I felt a little bad for her, but it wasn’t my fault that she married for money.”

I finally pull off Monica’s panties, and leave them on the end of the bed. My first lick makes her elicit a loud moan. She immediately apologizes, “I’m so sorry.”

Phoebe brushes her off, “Don’t be embarrassed. Enjoy yourself. I don’t mind. I’m enjoying myself as well.”

My eyes look over Monica’s thighs to see if I can see Phoebe pleasuring herself, but my view is all blanket. I forget about it and dive back in to my wife.

My wife’s moans give a backing track to Phoebe’s story. My tongue moves with every word.

“So I have one martini over the most vapid chit chat. The wife literally never says a word to me.”

Ahh god!

“Then we leave the bar, walk together through the brisk Denver autumn to the hotel. I’ve never seen a guy look hornier than in the reflection of the elevator doors when he wrapped an arm around me and his wife.”

Put a finger in!

“We get into the hotel room, and he kisses us and gets us both naked. It's obvious he’s way more interested in me and it’s already so uncomfortable, so I try to take a backseat in the threesome. I suggest that he get naked, and his wife can get it started with a nice blowjob. She gets down on her knees in front of him, and starts blowing him. He immediately tried to pull me in to make out. I kept my distance, because I knew he only wanted me and not a threesome. Even though the wife could’ve bit me like a territorial dog, I put my hand between her legs. At first she tried to close her thighs closed, but eventually she parted and enjoyed my fingers. I pleasured her as she pleasured her husband. I was impressed by her skills, I could see why he married her. I can’t deepthroat, but she had no issue swallowing him whole. But her blowing skills started to falter as my fingers found their groove. She moaned on his cock as I plunged in and out of her.”

Oh fuck, another finger please!

“She concentrated on me more than him. She pushed into my hand, driving my fingers deeper inside her. She moved her hips grinding her clit against me. I gave her want her wanted: someone who truly cared about her. Soon she stopped sucking, and focused on her own pleasure until she exploded in orgasm.”

Oh god oh fuck shit ahhhhh!

I lap at my wife’s pussy and hold her hips tight as she squirms in orgasm. Her legs stomp at the mattress, and finally I let up and let her recover. I crawl up from the humid jungle beneath the blanket. I wipe my chin with my hand before looking at my disheveled wife. She’s speechless post orgasm.

I turn to Phoebe, “How did the rest of the threesome go?”

Phoebe smiles, “Let’s see. His wife laid in an orgasmic coma. I got on my knees doggy style. He put it in me. Then four loud grunts later it was over. He couldn’t last long after his wife’s blowjob and the fulfillment of his fantasy with me. He was embarrassed. He went to shower. It was awkward. I put on my dress and left. He stayed my client but we never mentioned it again.”

“That was anti-climatic,” I say.

Phoebe shrugs, “I heard recently that you give much better climaxes. Maybe you can go beneath the blankets and write out a story on my pussy with that tongue of yours.”

She takes her hand out from under the blanket. The tip of her middle finger is wet. She touches it against my nose. And I open my mouth, then suck on her finger. She gives a sensual moan.

“Uh huh,” Monica says next to me.

Shit.

I look over at her.

I just tasted another woman’s pussy.

I ask, “What do you think of Phoebe’s request?”