Always keep her mouth stuffed

I get up and stagger to the door. I joke, “We’ll just have to make sure one of our cocks is always shoved down her throat.”

Joey laughs, “Let’s hope she doesn’t have a gag reflex. I can’t wait to have her **** on my dick.”

We enter the house. Two of the three bedroom doors are closed. Only Ross and Rachel’s door is cracked opened. I pray that my wife is deep asleep. We go into the bedroom, and shut the door behind us.

Rachel seductively lounges on the bed, her long legs outstretched still wearing heels. Her reddish blonde hair tied behind her hair, she takes off her glasses and sets them on the night stand. So fucking sexy.

Joey starts unbuttoning his shirt, and says, “Put on some music Ross. It will help drown out the moans.”

Ross holds up his hand gesturing Joey to stop. “I think you’re confused. I’m the one who’s in control. I’m letting you fuck my super hot wife. And you have to follow my instructions if you want to. Now stop undressing.”

Joey stops unbuttoning, “So you want to control how we fuck Rachel. It annoys me when a woman tries to micromanage me during sex. I can’t imagine I’ll like it when her husband does it.”

Rachel runs her heel over her toned calf muscle. “It’s okay. You don’t have to fuck me, Joey. Your wife is next door.”

Joey clenches his jaw, torn on what to do. Being commanded by Ross might be too high of a price to pay for him. His drunk ego won’t allow it.

Staring at Rachel’s slim frame and enormous bust, I have no such concerns. I say, “Whatever you want, Ross. It’s your ridiculously hot wife.” Rachel smiles at the compliment. She might want this as much as me. I’m so ready to stuff her pretty mouth.

Ross claps, “Hell yeah Chandler. This is going to be fun. Alright Joey either say that you’re my little bitch **** who is **** to fuck my wife, or get the hell out.”