Hotpast confession *Cuck Thread*

Chandler lifts his glass to his lips, gulps the burning liquor until it’s gone.

He refills his glass, and starts talking, purposely avoided the gaze of this wife.

“It’s been a few months since I’ve had sex. It’s almost cliché: married men don’t have sex. Well these last few months it’s been true. And there’s no blame! Do not look at Monica! It’s just a cycle of life. Sometimes there are droughts.”

He sits back with his full glass. No glass—just dark sloshing bourbon.

“I’ve been really horny. Really horny. I found my wife’s diary from college. I know, creepy right. But I didn’t go through her personal thoughts: just her entries after dates. And woah buddy, I didn’t find a goldmine, but I found enough to make my cock a brick.”

Everyone glances between each other. How did Chandler get so drunk? Why is he talking like this?

“I found my wife describing her intimacy with past lovers and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“Babe…” Monica places a hand on her husband’s muscled forearm. This doesn’t stop him.

“I jerked off to reading about my wife getting fucked on the kitchen floor of her apartment. I came at her embarrassment at the condom tearing because his dick was too big.”

Chandler took a huge gulp of his whiskey, silencing the confession for a moment. The liquor leaked down his chin. “I can’t stop imagining my wife with another man now.”

His friends could have embarrassed him. Called him pathetic.

Instead they drained their own whiskeys.

Ross says, “Rachel’s only been with two men before me. Won’t tell me a single thing. Acts like she’s was unconscious during the act. It’s fucking infuriating. It’s hard to know if you won the course record if you don’t know the scores of the other players.”

Joey laughs, “Phoebe tells me exactly where I stand. If I fuck her good enough, I can move up a ranking. She’s always thinking of a way to make me put in the extra effort. I have a feeling I’m #1 and she’s just lying to get more out of me.”

Monica looks at Rachel and Phoebe for reassurance. “Have your husband’s asked you about other men’s dick sizes? Chandler doesn’t believe me when I say I don’t remember.”

“They’ve all blurred together…except for a couple,” Phoebe says. “You either gotta be really big or really small.”

Rachel seems unsure whether to comment. She takes a big drink of her whiskey, “Has your husband requested to watch you have sex with someone else?”

“Constantly…” “Never…” Phoebe and Monica state at the same time.

Phoebe looks at her husband for his explanation first.

Joey shrugs, “I always ask for threesomes but she only brings only women into the bed.”

Chandler says, “My imagination has been enough. I’ve never had the courage to say it out loud.”

Phoebe talks over Chandler addressing her husband, “I know you’d get outrageously jealous if you saw another man fucking me, especially if I was enjoying it.”

“I’d respect his game if he dicked you down good,” Joey says loudly.

Monica leans over to her husband, and quietly asks, “Do you really want to see me fuck another man?”

Chandler blushes and is barely able to say, “You’re a slut of me. I’d love seeing you be a slut for someone else.”

Rachel stands up after her conversation with Ross, “Apparently it is my husband’s fantasy to see me with another man. Not just any man. One with a big dick.”

Chandler nods, “Who’d want to see their wife with a little dick? Unless you’re a misogynist, you want to see your wife enjoy sex.”

“Exactly,” Joey agrees. “Big dicks equal good sex”.

The women look between each other but don’t want to start an argument with these drunk men.

Joey stands up, “Alright. I think we all want the same thing. We’re all friends. Let’s do this. Let’s fuck each other’s wives.”

“Whoa,” Monica says, “I don’t think we’ve agreed to that.”

Chandler says, “It makes sense. If we’re gonna try it, let’s do it with someone we know and not some creepy stranger.”

Monica’s jaw drops looking at her husband. He’s actually serious about this.

“Yeah,” Ross says. “It would be a honor to watch either of you fuck my wife.”

Rachel’s eyes widen, “I hope I get to pick which one at least.”

Before her husband can say his part, Phoebe says, “I’m in but you better not get jealous if they are better lovers than you.”

“Impossible,” Joey says with a huge grin.

The women seem in: everyone is drunk and horny.