He has not entered the exit before

Monica walks back to her spot on the couch after pushing her large tits in my husband’s face so he could motorboat them. She waits until her face is turned before she smiles to conceal that she enjoyed it.

Down to a pair of black panties, Rachel leans back in the couch her legs crossed and hands in her lap. Ross puts the hood up on Monica’s oversized hoodies, but he can’t hide the bulge in his tight briefs. Joey hoards all the clothes and most of the properties.

There has been lots of flirting and touching, but not enough. I need to heat things up.

I stand up and stretch to the ceiling. All eyes on me. Perfect. I ask Ross, “Can you help me get some refreshments from the kitchen?”

“Sure,” he stands up and following me. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I walk.

In the kitchen, I have him fill a pitcher with water. I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. As we wait, I casually ask like it’s the most normal thing in the world, “Have you had anal before?”

The grin that spreads across his face confirms that he’s been watching my bare ass this whole time. “I have not. Are you offering?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing how you feel. But it’s not going to be an affair. We need to get everybody fucking.”

He’s drunk enough to understand what I’m saying. “Phoebe wants everyone fucking. Of course.”

“How we going to make it happen?” I’ve roped him in, made him a part of the conspiracy.

The microwave dings.

He smiles, “I have a bunch of coke in my bag. Get everyone high. It’ll be too easy.”

“You’re church wife lets you do cocaine?”

“How do you think she stays so skinny?”

The smirk makes me want to call the whole thing off.

I shrug, “Let’s do it. If it works, you can do a line off my asshole before you fuck it.”

“Too easy.” He struts back into the living room with the pitcher of water.