Approval

Dice roll. More clothing is tossed.

Chandler, Monica and Rachel sit totally naked awaiting to pay their landlords: Joey and me.

Monica rolls. There’s a sexy elegance to her weight. Obviously she’s fat, but her fat was in all the right places: hips, thighs, ass and chest. I love watching the way her natural boobs move; they make me sick with nostalgia for Rachel’s younger days.

She lands on my property. A property that hadn’t been developed.

She looks at me, “What do you want?”

I smile my most harmless smile, “Let me feel your girls.”

She sticks out her chest for me. I walk around the table. I cup a breast, which is way too big for one hand. It’s so soft. I’m shocked when I feel blood start filling my cock. As I hold her boob, I bend down and whisper in her ear, “Can my wife and I borrow your husband for the night?”

Without missing a beat, she sighs back in my ear, “A thousand dollars.”

My jaw drops. Did this bitch really say a price for me to have a threesome with my best friend?

I walk back to my seat.

Of course I have the money. It’s the principle of the thing.

Sex with Chandler would be fun, (I glance at his big fat cock again like it’s a magnet for my eyes) lot of fun. But is it worth it? I could buy some really nice bourbon with that money. It will also be a drop in the bucket compare to the attorney fees for the divorce.

I look over at smiling Monica, who seems totally serious about the money, and then at her muscled husband. Then down at his cock again even though I have it memorized.

Is that thick veiny coat hanger cock worth $1,000?