Midnight shots

Monica giggles, “Yeah taking this out might not be too fun.”

“I didn’t get a good look. Chandler was in the way. Can you bend over and show me,” Joey says. His eyes ogle my wife’s body. Her exposed tits. Her perfect nipples. Her shaved bald cunt. The lust is palpable.

My wife bends over and spreads her thick ass cheeks. The fake ruby heart glistens in her asshole. Her pussy shines with my white cum. She says, “You get a good look now!?”

She stands back up, walks over to Joey and punches him straight in the face. He tries to put his arms up to grab her wrists, but she steps up and knees him right in the balls. She lands another solid punch on his cheek before Ross wraps his arms around my wife, and pulls her back.

With a clear lane, I step up and rear back. I launch my own punch at his face. My fist shatters his cheek. Joey’s big body clatters to the floor. Breathing but knocked out.

Rachel kicks him hard on the ass. He won’t remember that or feel it tomorrow, but Rachel needed that catharsis. The perfect Christian housewife spits on his **** body, and says, “You fucking deserve that asshole.”

Ross let’s go of my wife. She pulls her lingerie up like she’s pulling up the straps of a wrestling singlet. She is livid. Her brown eyes blaze. She looks at me, “We’re fucking done with him. He’s no longer your friend! I don’t know how he was your friend in the first place but tonight was his last straw.”

“Oh we’re done,” I say. I look to Phoebe, “You should set an alarm and leave before we all wake up tomorrow.”

Phoebe tries to plead, “Come on. He wasn’t serious. You guys overreacted.”

“You think we’re overreacting to sexual **** and ****?” Monica asks. “Your husband has done nothing but harass me since I met him. I was nice because he was my husband’s friend, but after what he did to Rachel and me tonight, there is no excuse.”

Joey groans on the floor. Ross and I pick him up off the floor and carry him to his room. Phoebe carries a bag of frozen peas. She makes one last attempt with me, “Chandler, I don’t want to lose you. Don’t let it end like this.”

She looks so small and pathetic. Begging. Enabling her awful husband.

I end it by shutting her door.

I walk back out to the kitchen. The two women sit in their bathrobes. Both are wired from the physical **** they just inflicted. No way are they falling asleep soon.

Ross and I pull up seats beside them. I just happen to be sitting next to his wife, and he is sitting next to mine.