We double team Phoebe

I nod to Joey. My wife is entertained. Time to enjoy another friend’s wife. “Let’s do it. You’ll have to keep her quiet though.”

“Say less,” Joey says grinning. “No one will ever know a thing.”

We walk around the drunk dancing couple. They’re in a wasted world of their own. Besides the confession that she wasn’t wearing panties, my wife has barely noticed me.

Closing the door behind us, we watch Phoebe’s petite form sleep under the blankets on the bed. Joey nudges me, then whispers softly, “Crawl under the blankets and get a taste. You’ll love it.”

Going down on his sleeping wife. This was definitely some risky territory, but I had already crossed that line. I knew Phoebe would enjoy it. I burrowed myself under the covers at the end of the bed, and crawled my way up.

She lays on her stomach. I rub my hands up the back of her thighs feeling the fabric of her yoga pants. She doesn’t wake at the touch. I grab the band of her pants, and pull them down over her ass. I yank them all the way off her legs.

She grumbles in half sleep. Joey is already in her face distracting her with kisses, asking for a little morning sex.

I run my hands up her bare thighs again, and end at her plump ass cheeks. I grip and spread them. I bury my face in her. My tongue laps her without regard: pussy, taint, ass. She stirs and raises her hips. I hold on tightly and plow my tongue deeper into her slit, tasting her pussy.

She has to know that someone besides her husband is eating her. Her body struggles but she can’t get away from me and her much bigger husband. Soon she’s pushing herself back into my face and moaning. She lifts up onto her knees to give me more access. I plunge a finger into her.

Her moaning is replaced by gagging. Her husband must be using her mouth.

I’m hard, and don’t have much time to waste. I raise up and throw off the blanket. I guide my cock into Phoebe’s pussy. I grab her hips and fuck her doggy style.

Joey grins at me as he rams his dick into his wife’s mouth. “You said to keep her quiet.”

I grip on her ass and fuck her hard. She’s nowhere near as wet as Rachel, but she’s gripping so much tighter than my wife. I watch myself pull out then plow back into her pussy. Such an amazing view.

Joey cuts it short, “Hey it’s my turn.” His cock drips with saliva when he pulls it out of his wife’s mouth. He tells her to ride him and gets on his back.

She obeys and straddles his girth like a horse. With practiced ease, she guides his cock into her and gyrates on him. I stand up on the bed. I need to keep her quiet. I slap her in the face with my cock until she opens her mouth.

I let her gently suck me as she rides her husband. I reach down and cup her tit through her shirt. I feel a strange hardness around her nipple. I lift up her shirt to exposed her bare breasts and pierced nipples. I twist the piercings and start thrusting my dick in and out of her mouth.

Joey groans, “That’s right. Use my wife’s mouth. Shove your cock as deep as you can. She loves being treated like a dirty slut.”

I obey and push my cock into her throat until she gags. I don’t take it out. She looks up at me as she chokes. I pull it out and let her gasp for breath before I shove it back in.

I keep my hand on the back of her head when I come in her mouth. I make sure I feel her swallow before I take my cock out. I pat her cheek with the palm of my hand. “Good slut.”

Seeing me use his wife’s mouth like a pocket pussy causes Joey to orgasm. He bucks so hard it causes his wife to lose her balance. His cock slips out of her pussy and pumps cum into the air.

I stand up and pull on my clothes. “Thanks for the breakfast,” I say to Phoebe.

She doesn’t seem overly upset that I non-consensually fucked her. She just says, “You’re going to regret waking me up from my nap.”

Joey jiggles his wife’s ass, “I need a good nap now too.”

He pulls the covers over them. The room smells like hot dirty sex. When I exit the room, I hope the scent doesn’t creep into the living room. I don’t want my wife knowing what I’ve done this morning.

Luckily for me, it seems that my drunk wife hasn’t paid attention to my morning activities. But unfortunately that’s because she’s become extremely focused on getting familiar with my best friend, Ross.