Yes, I need to get my dick wet

This hasn’t been a threesome at all. I’ve been watching Monica have her first lesbian experience. It’s been hot watching but wife can’t have all the fun. I’ve waited months to properly fuck my wife again, and I’ve already waited too long tonight to join in.

I pull my shorts off and stand up on the bed totally naked. I walk over to where Phoebe sits banging my wife with the vibrator. My balls dangle in her face. I say, “Look up, and open your mouth. I told you I was going to **** you with my cock.”

She looks up from the slick vibrator inside my wife’s pussy. “I’m not very good at multitasking.”

“I don’t care,” I say. I tilt her face up with one hand and tilt my cock down with the other. I put my cock in her mouth, squatting awkwardly to get it in further. Her soft lips close on my shaft, and I feel a soft sucking.

Yes!

I grip into Phoebe black hair and start fucking her face. Probably too roughly, really trying to fuck my mushroom head into the back of her throat. Phoebe hands grab my hand off the back of her head and struggle to take it away.

My wife screams, “Chandler! What the fuck are you doing!? Stop!!!”

I reluctantly pull my cock out of Phoebe’s mouth. It drips her spit down onto the sheets. Even with a dildo shoved inside her, my wife looks pissed. Her brown eyes blaze. Is she angry at her interrupted orgasm or embarrassed by her husband’s behavior? She says, “That was not cool. I think you need to leave the room.”

I could argue. Phoebe wanted it rough. Was begging for it? You girls were keeping me out of the threesome and having all the fun. I’ll be better and gentler. I was just excited! It’s been months! I need this!

Except I don’t. I just leave the room. Don’t even grab clothes. I just walk out of the room frustrated and disappointed.

Joey watches me from the couch. He’s definitely been listening to the moaning coming from my room. He laughs when he sees me naked with an erection. “Dude what the hell did you do?”

I sit down on the couch opposite from him. “I tried to face fuck your wife.”

“My wife loves that! She wouldn’t kick you out for that,” Joey says.

“Monica didn’t like it though,” I say.

“Your wife wears ALL the clothes in the relationship. The pants, the shirt, the shoes. You just get the scraps and say ‘Thank you’. You gotta be more assertive and stand up for yourself,” Joey says.

“Thanks Dr. Phil. Where’s the bourbon? I want to black out,” I say standing up and walking to the kitchen.

I bring the bottle and two glasses back to the living room. I can’t drink alone. Especially to the soundtrack of my wife moaning in the next room. I pour some for Joey and one for me.

I cheers and ask, “Have you ever been kicked out of a threesome before?”