Drunken Ross

I look up as Ross stumbles to the bathroom. If he sees us, he doesn’t say anything. Once he disappears in the bathroom, we hear loud retching and splashing, as he pukes up all his bourbon.

Rachel says, “I can’t believe this didn’t happen sooner. I hope you don’t mind if I go take care of my husband.” She squeezes my shoulder and kisses me on the cheek. “Maybe another time we can play out the rest of your fantasy.”

She gets up and heads to the kitchen. She meets Ross in the bathroom with a glass of water. I leave them and go into my room.

I open the door and Monica is laying on the bed, under the covers, asleep. I join her in the bed, and she doesn’t wake up.

I can’t fall asleep. My mind keeps going back to Rachel and her bare tits in the shower. I spit into and lick my hand. I bring it below the blanket, and wrap it around my still hard cock. My eyes are closed as I stroke myself.

I’m getting close to coming when I hear a whisper in my ear, “Would you like some help? I feel bad for falling asleep.” Monica slips under the blanket. I adjust my hips so my cock is facing up.

Her tongue licks up my shaft before starting to suck me. I imagine it is Rachel beneath the blanket, secretly blowing me while my wife sleeps right next to me. With this fantasy in my mind, I don’t last long. I tell Monica I’m about to come. She sits up and I stroke big globs of white cum unto my chest and stomach.

Monica says, “Oh my Chandler. This night of sex stories really got you worked up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you come that much.”

I stand up, grab a towel and wipe off. I slip back into bed and cuddle with my wife. I start dreaming of a new fantasy.