I grab Phoebe

After the wild session, everyone is dazed and looking around. I take the initiative. I slide Rachel off my lap and stand up. I don’t go to my own wife who is laying catching her breath on the dirt and grass next to the campfire.

I go to Phoebe. I go to the wife of the man who just thoroughly fucked my wife. If he satisfied my wife like that, then I have to return the favor.

Phoebe lounges nude in a camping chair, her long tattooed legs stretched out with her feet propped up by the fire. She looks up at me and smiles. She asks, “Are you disappointed you didn’t pick me? Rachel is hot, but she was pretty vanilla just sucking you off.”

I respond, “Are you ready for the next round? I choose you.”

Phoebe looks around to the others around the fire. “I thought the winner of the contest got to fuck whoever they wanted. It wasn’t a full blown swinger’s adventure.” She looks to the others and asks, “Are we keeping this going?”

Rachel responds first, “I think Ross and I are going to shower and go to bed. This was fun but it’s getting late.” Her and Ross put their clothing back on and carry their chairs back up the house.

Monica sits in her chair wearing her hoodie again but no pants. She gulps water from her bottle. She looks up and says, “After that my vagina needs a rest. Oh my god Joey was big. I’ll need at least a week of recovery before more sex.”

Joey stands nude by the fire scratching his stomach. He looks at Monica and says, “Sorry about that. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. I think I got carried away. But now I think your husband wants to fuck my wife.”

“Oh he’s wanted to fuck me for a while,” says Phoebe.

Monica looks at me and asks, “So getting your dick sucked by Rachel wasn’t enough?”

“To be fair,” says Joey. “You did suck my dick before we fucked. And I saw Phoebe sucking Ross. Chandler was the only one who didn’t get to fuck.”

“Seems like that’s his own fault,” Phoebe says. Her finger casually encircles her small pierced nipple. “He could’ve chosen me, but apparently my tits aren’t big enough for him.”

This is not going how I thought. I thought Phoebe would immediately say yes, and we would start fucking like bunnies in front of everyone. I say out loud to the group, “I want to fuck Phoebe. What’s it going to take?”

“First thing you’ll need of permission from your wife,” Monica says. “But I’m in a good mood right now, so I have a couple stipulations. Number one: I get to watch. Number two: you have to wake up with the kids for the next month, and I get to sleep in.”

That doesn’t seem too bad. I look to Phoebe for her response. She says, “Well I’m always down to fuck, but we had a contest earlier and you lost. You’ll have to look to the winner to see what he decides.”

Joey grins. His massive erection has disappeared, and his flaccid penis looks normal beneath his gut. He says, “Oh shit. What do I want Chandler to do so he gets the honor of having sex with my wife?”