Midnight s’mores

Monica delicately tucks her tits back into her lingerie, trying not to rub her sensitive nipples. She says, “I know y'all just watched me, and my husband fuck on the kitchen counter, but I’m not crass enough to have you watch me take out this butt plug. I’ll be right back.”

She picks her robe up off the floor and walks to the bathroom. I can’t help but watch her thick ass cheeks jiggle.

Ross claps me on the shoulder, “Hell yeah brother! You fucking owned that pussy. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m sorry we were so loud.” I explain, “It’s just been so long since we’ve had sex, and I didn’t have the patience to take it to the bedroom.”

“You don’t have to apologize for having sex with your wife while on vacation,” Phoebe says. The gaze of her eyes make me very aware that my cock is still very hard and that I’m still very naked.

I squat down, and pick my underwear from the floor. “So what are you up to now? You all seem very awake.”

“I’m actually starving,” says Rachel. Her hair is tied up in a towel, and she wears a robe. It’s not a thick robe, and I can see where her nipples press against it. She must have taken that shower, but heard us fucking before she could change.

Joey says, “The fire was still going when I came in. What to see if they have any marshmallows and chocolate? Make some s’mores?”

“That’s exactly what you need,” Ross says and pats Joey’s large stomach.

“I probably won’t regret eating something,” Phoebe says. “I usually don’t drink this much. Sorry that I started asking people sexual questions. I had no clue it would lead to this.”

Joey clears his throat, “I’m the one that needs to apologize. Rachel, I’m so sorry. That was extremely rude and disrespectful. Ross, the same goes to you. I should never treat a friend or his wife like that.”

During his apology, a loud yell comes from the bathroom as my wife takes her butt plug out. She waddles back to the kitchen and smiles embarrassed, “Did everyone hear that too?”

“Yup,” I answer. “I think everyone knows that you’re a secret slut now.”

We gather the supplies, and sit back around the campfire.

My beautiful wife sits next to me, her warm soft body bundled in a robe that hides her lingerie. I can still smell the scent of her pussy, but that’s probably just the leftover arousal on my face from when I went down on her. We just had the best sex of our lives, and she snuggles her brunette head on my shoulder. Her eyes close, and I have a feeling I’m going to have to carry her to bed. A good fucking always knocks her out.

Ross and Rachel sit across the fire from me. They almost have their backs together. Rachel has removed the towel from head. Her wet hair shines red from the firelight. Her blue eyes beneath glasses shyly connect to mine then quickly look away. How embarrassed is she that she proposed having sex with me tonight and I turned her down? I doubt she’s told her husband. Does she worry that she’s a cheater now? Does she think I’m going to tell my best friend what she did?

Ross still looks pissed at Joey despite the apology. I think him and Rachel fought when they got back to the room. No way would she still want to have sex with me if she had just fucked him. His chance at wild sex was ruined by a drunk asshole. He was going to have wild carefree sex where he got to be his true self, instead he got an irritated wife, and a looming hangover.

Phoebe has no such regrets about trying to get me to fuck her. It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. She smiles at me when she sees me look at her. She brings her hand up to her boob and twist her nipple beneath the fabric of her tank top. I now know there’s a silver barbell under there. She winks at me.

Joey stuffs his face with s’mores. Melted marshmallow clings to his bushy beard. He fucked up the night but, I doubt he regrets anything. He now knows he has the biggest dick of all his friends. Anything is worth that to him.

I take a bite out of my s’more. With crumbs falling from my mouth, I ask, “S’mores always get me so horny. I need to talk about sex to get it out of my system.”