He only makes love to his wife

Ross frowns, “If you phrase it differently, I might have fucked you for a third time, but I will only make love to my wife.” He looks around, “And speaking of my wife, she hasn’t been satisfied with a nice long cock yet.” He turns, and walks to the closed door of his room.

“If you fuck your wife, we get to watch. That’s the rule!” Phoebe says following him.

“Hell yeah!” yells Joey. “I wanna see you rail the fuck out of her!”

They both get in line behind Ross. I’d like to see that too. Hell I want to be the one doing the railing to her perfect body. I want to get up to follow but, my wife’s thick body is still draped over me. She is almost **** on top of me. I have to tap her shoulder calling her name. She barely groans, “Huh?”

Fuck she is barely awake. I would ask her if she wanted to watch as well, but she wouldn’t comprehend. I just say, “Let's get you to bed.”

I struggle and lift myself off the couch carrying my wife. I cautiously walk us to the bedroom. My legs wavering from exhaustion, I’m afraid I’m going to drop her.

Finally I make it to the bed, and drop her onto the mattress with a big bounce. I grab the blanket and tuck her into bed. I start to head to the door, I really want to see how Rachel looks getting fuck.

Monica calls, “Come back to bed and cuddle with me!”

My wife begging to be touched after all these months of physical denial. How could I not run to her? She’s my wife! This is our weekend of reconnection. There may of been a lot of twists and turns but the lovemaking on the couch was the definition of reconnecting. How could I leave her to watch my friend fuck his wife? His wife who has a porn star body. His wife who drooled all over my cock tonight. His wife who definitely wanted more. Maybe she still wants more. Maybe she’ll see me in the room, and will wave me over for a turn.

Damn. This is such an easy decision. Why am I taking so long to decide.