Creampie Wife Gallery

Phoebe was determined not to drop the ball, and to keep the conversation going.

"That creampie wife gallery sounds good to me," she said. Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, "There are some things I can't say here in front of all the others."

Jessica silently nodded to Kendra, who smiled brightly and said, "Yeah, why don't you come over after work on Friday. We'll order a pizza and let our hair down." Then she giggled.

Phoebe's insides fluttered. She didn't know exactly why. She accepted the invitation to the creampie wife gallery. That evening, as Phoebe lay in her bed moaning with her fingers stimulating herself, Kendra and Jessica were in their bed.

"Do you think it was wise to invite Phoebe?" Kendra asked with an air of doubt as she felt Jessica's smooth legs.

"She's perfect. We just have to play it cool and not get on the defensive. We've both had our eyes on her for a while."

"She'll find out, though."

"We can't keep it secret forever. Now turn over and let's not worry about the creampie wife gallery so much."

Jessica loved Kendra's moans and her spirited response.

After work a few days hence, Kendra answered the door and welcomed Phoebe into their apartment. They made small talk while they waited for the pizza to arrive, and Phoebe gulped her beer as she talked.

"I guess I really like the creampie wife gallery," Phoebe confided. "I loved the feeling of Ted's cock in me. He liked to last as long as he could before blowing his wad, which I liked. Once, he wanted to eat my pussy after he came in me, and I didn't let him. A lot of times I wish I had!"

"Oh wow, your creampie wife gallery is so unbelievable!" Kendra exclaimed.

"Yeah, he never asked again, and I was too shy to bring it up. Anyway, guys are high maintenance." She took another gulp of her beer.