Get the hell away from their fighting

Rachel screams, “I can’t believe you just came on my wife. You know I don’t like that!”

Ross argues back, “Stop lying! You love it! You’re such a dirty little slut. You love cum splattering your face.”

I stand up and slip out of the room. I leave my clothes lying on the floor. I can get them tomorrow.

Phoebe has moved from the couch to the kitchen. I join her, and admire her sexy body as she bends and takes fries and chicken tenders out of the freezer. She looks up, and sees me checking out her ass. She asks, “Want me to make enough for you?”

I answer, “Sure. I need to get some energy back. I’ve come three times tonight.”

Phoebe says, “Damn. I need to catch up. I’ve only come twice.” She sits down across from me at the kitchen table. Both of us totally nude.

I ask, “Are our spouses sleeping together?”

Phoebe laughs, “Oh no. Joey is a once a night man. And one go with him was enough for your wife. She’s definitely going to feel that pounding tomorrow.”

“Yeah, he was giving it to her pretty hard at the fire,” I say. I remember his large cock slamming into her, knocking her face into the dirt.

“He’s had a thing for your wife. Maybe he’ll stop talking about her now.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Yeah,” Phoebe says. “I think he was jealous that Monica chose you. He said he really did he best to try and fuck her the first time he met her, but she ignored him. So he’s always had this fantasy about finally getting to fuck her. I guess it came true tonight.”

I do remember Joey flirting with Monica when we first started dating. I didn’t know he was actively trying to fuck her though. I ask, “Don’t you have a problem with your husband talking about other women like that?”

“No. It’s just talk. This is the first time anything has ever happened. Besides I talk about other guys to him to.” She looks at me and smiles deviously.

I have to ask. “Am I one of the guys you talk about?”

“Oh yes,” she says. “I talk about you a lot. I was more than disappointed when you didn’t choose me tonight.”

The oven timer goes off, and she gets up and takes the tray out of the oven. She makes sure I get a great view of her ass, and the dark tattoo streaming down the side of her body. She dishes the food out of plates, and gives me one before sitting back down.

I thank her and say, “I have a confession of my own to make. Whenever I see your ass, I always have the dirtiest thoughts.”

Phoebe laughs, “That’s not a confession! It’s so obvious! That’s why I bend over in front of you so much.”

“You tease me so much. I always want to smack it,” I say.

“I want you to smack it,” she replies.

“I want to pull your leggings or yoga pants, tight shorts, or whatever you’re wearing that day down your legs.”

Phoebe looks into my eyes and says, “I want you to rip them off my body. Literally tear them apart to get at me.”

My breathing increases and I can feel my heart pounding. I say, “I want to reach my hand between your legs. Feel how warm your pussy is.”

She replies, “I want you to feel how wet I am. Slip a finger inside. Press a thumb against my asshole.”

I say, “This might be the dirtiest conversation anybody has ever had eating chicken tenders.”

Phoebe says, “Hurry up and eat, so you can get you energy back. I want you to make me come a third and fourth time, before you come for a fourth time.”

I can already feel blood rushing to fill up my cock. I ask, “Where do you want to fuck?”