Joey Quest: Cuck your best friend

Monica sits across the fire like she’s been designed by god to tease me. Her smooth legs are stretch out to the fire warming her painted toes. Her ankles are crossed, squishing her thick thighs together. She’s only wearing a pair of red panties that I know ride up her big ass cheeks, and a tight tank top that can barely contain her huge tits. Her nipples press the fabric letting me know exactly where they are. Her thick dark brown hair falls in waves to her freckles shoulders. Her playful brown eyes look at me beneath her thick framed glasses. She knows I’m checking her out. She doesn’t care. That’s what she wants. God wouldn’t give her a body like that if he didn’t want me to fuck the shit out of it.

I look to her little husband, one of my best friends for the last 20 years. How could a man like that properly handle a thick fertility goddess like this? The answer hangs between his legs. Of course Chandler can tame her with his ogre cock.

It wasn’t fair. Chandler has no personality, yet married the hottest woman at the fire. Even at summer camp, he would get some smoking bitches when he did nothing to earn them.

I’ve had to earn them.

Tonight I’m going to earn Monica. Fuck her while Chandler watches. It will be glorious.

I have this game in hand. Lots of clothes. Multiple monopolies. Houses going up. Soon they will all be doing my bidding.

My wife rolls. Lands on Monica’s property.

“What can I do to pay rent?”

“Too bad you don’t have any clothes to give me,” Monica laughs. “I’m feeling a little exposed.”

“You definitely look cold,” I say, looking at her nipples.

Monica looks at me, trying to decide if she’s going to flirt back. Then she speaks to Phoebe, “You can sit on my lap and warm me up.”

My totally naked wife walks over to the bigger woman. She straddles Monica and sits facing her. Their tits press together.

“Like this?”

Phoebe grinds on her like she’s riding a pony. Her plump tan ass moves up and down on the thick white thighs. She clasps her hands behind Monica’s neck and looks into her eyes. Before they kiss, she hops off and heads back to her seat.

Monica fans herself, “That shouldn’t have turned me on so much.”

“Open your legs. Let us see if your panties are wet,” I say.

Monica looks at me, opens her mouth then bites back her comment. She turns to look at the next person rolling. I know she’s thinking about me. Just doesn’t want to say what she wants with her husband sitting right next to her.

I take some shots and buy some houses. Ross gives Chandler a pair of my wife’s leggings. He tries to put them on.

I stop him, “Once you’re naked, you stay naked. You’ve already lost the game, we’re just allowing you to stay in for the sexual favors.”

Chandler takes the leggings off. Doesn’t say shit like usual. Just silently staring at Rachel. And she’s looking right back at him! I can’t believe it. Guy shows that he has a big dick and the women are all over him. I tell people I have a big dick and they think I’m annoying.

Chandler lands on Rachel’s property. It’s sickening to see him ask her what he can do to pay. He’s lost the game! He shouldn’t be able to hook up with anyone, but Rachel asks for a kiss. It’s infuriating.

He stands up. Mr. Big Swinging Dick and struts across the fire. Puts his arm around her back and dips her like their ball room dancing. Her red hair dangles dangerously close to the fire. He bends and kisses her, then swoops her back up.

I can’t believe he kissed Rachel like that in front of his wife. I look at Monica. She’s actually clapping at the action. She actually wants her husband hooking up with another woman.

I grin.

If Chandler messes around with Rachel, Monica will have no guilt fucking around with me. It’s obvious. She wants her husband to hook up so she can. Clever girl.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Phoebe asks me.

I tell her the truth. “Because I’m definitely fucking Monica tonight.”

“Careful what you wish for.”

What the fuck does that mean? Why would she say that?

Monica lands on someone else’s property. I stop thinking. I focus.

Monica stands up and takes off her tank top.

Goddamn they’re the best pair of natural tits I’ve seen outside of porn. Full and heavy. Her poor lower back. Milky white and spotted with brown freckles. Her light brown nipples are absolute perfection. Just the right size for my mouth to suck in. She sits back down and lets them sway.

I’m even more jealous of Chandler. This woman should be mine. She’s even hotter than when they married. Her tits definitely weren’t this big in her cleavagey wedding dress.

Monica looks at me. My silence is louder than anything I could say. She smiles and raises her thick eyebrows. “You like them?”

She should have the OF page, not Rachel. She’s the true hottest mom at the PTA meeting. Urban Dictionary needs her picture next to the definition of MILF. It’s unfair that she hides them under scrubs all day.

I say, “They’re spectacular, but what part of you isn’t. You’re perfect.”

She can’t hide her smile. She doesn’t want to be charmed by me, but she can’t help it.

More rolls. More shots. It’s obvious this game is between me and Ross. Even though Rachel has a single Monopoly, she down to three items of clothing and she’s about to lose one.

Rachel stands up in front of the fire. She faces Chandler like he’s the only one here. Does a little strip tease to take off his shirt and tosses it into the air. She stands topless in leopard print pajama pants.

Looking at her body makes me feel obese. She’s shredded like she just cut weight before a prize fight. Abs and not a hint of fat on her body. Shadows casts on the indents of her rib cage and collarbones. Her fake tits are so big they look gaudy. Beach balls on a skeleton.

It saddens me to see what she’s done to herself. She looked so much hotter when she was in college. Big naturals and with a little ass. She looked hot as fuck. Their lifestyle has fucked her. Too many kids too fast. Too much pressure to beat the Jones. Weight loss. Plastic surgery. Filler. Botox. Boob job. Pilates five days a week.

Being a housewife has ruined her.

I mean I’d still fuck the shit out of her. I just wish I had the opportunity 15 years ago. Unfortunately she hated my guts. She probably still does, but keeps it to herself for the sake of her husband.

I don’t know if it’s because Chandler is drunk or if his crush on Rachel is that deep, but he’s literally bowing at her beauty. Her bare tits have brought him to his knees. It’s embarrassing. His wife’s tits are a billion times better. The grass is not greener.

Even Phoebe says, “Get ahold of yourself man.”

I look to Monica. She’s not watching her pathetic husband in the dirt. She’s watching me. Her mouth slightly open, her tongue plays between her teeth. She nods, tilting her head to the woods.

Jackpot.

She’s drunk and horny. Primed to make a bad decision. She wants to fuck now.

But if I fuck her in the woods, Chandler won’t get to watch. I need him to watch me plow his perfect wife while she comes all over my cock. I need to show him that despite his big dick, I’m better than him.