Monica—the flame reignites

Covered in dirt, dick throbbing, Chandler looks over to his wife. There’s nothing he’d rather do than be cuddled up in bed with his wife right now. She had to convince him to come out to the farmhouse. Told him that it would be good to see his friends—he needed to be social.

But after what has just occurred, he’s been social enough.

While Phoebe is hot, and he ass is fat enough to imagine plowing your dick into it, right now anal sounds exhausting. It’s not a simple task. It’s involved. Chandler does not want involved. He wants simple. He wants what he knows.

He wants his wife.

He says, “Sorry, Phoebe. I’m not plowing your poop shoot tonight.” He looks over at the curvy brunette collecting clothes. “I think I’d like to shower with my wife then go to bed. Wake up on our own, and not with our kids coming into the room.”

His wife beams.

The fit woman sitting in the camping chair puts on a fake smile that she’s perfected. Yay! The happy couple is working out their martial issues. Inside she’s disappointed. She wanted more time with Chandler. Earlier in the night she felt a connection. She needed to find out if it was real. Not just lust after a man who was truly attracted to her. She’d always wonder what would happen if Chandler chose her that night. Would her kids have called him Stepdad?

Chandler slips his dick out of Phoebe’s dick before she can dig her nails in. She’s really pissed at her husband, but Chandler is a closer target. “Don’t go back to your wife! The night isn’t over yet! That’s such a boring choice!”

“It’s the right choice,” Monica beams. After eight years of marriage, she would have never guessed she would be excited that her husband made a choice to join her in bed. If she was honest with herself, she was worried about Chandler choosing Rachel. Yeah she was skinny and had huge tits, and was ridiculously pretty, but the thing that scared her was how their blue eyes connected, and didn’t look away like the two were looking into each others souls. She was afraid her husband would abandon their ten year relationship for a single night with her.

He helped his collect the clothes and the trash. They walked back to the house together.

Phoebe trying to be as casual as possible asked Rachel, “Have you ever used a strap-on?”

Rachel barked laughter, “Please don’t tell me you brought a strap-on to this trip!”

“I don’t have to tell you, if I can show you.”

“Am I wearing it or you?”

“We can take turns. I’m not greedily.”

“Dear Jesus, I can’t believe I’m actually talking about this.”

“A dildo won’t get soft in you. You won’t struggle to get it back in.”

Rachel picks up the discarded bottom of bourbon, brings the heavy bottle to her lips and drinks the last shot. “So where are we doing this?”

Phoebe grins, “We can do it in my room.”

“That sounds like a reward for Joey. He seems like a lesbian porn guy.”

“It won’t be a reward when we shove the dildo up his ass.”

The two women stumble up to the house.

Clothes in the washer, Monica and Chandler enter the shower together. Not too hot, set at the temperature Monica requests. Happy wife, happy life. Chandler turns the temp down and proceeds to freeze his ass off. They wash off the dirt, the beer, unprotected sex and the smell of campfire.

Chandler gets started early. He pushes his thick wife up against the wall and makes out with her. She pushes him back. He suds up her tits. She strokes his cock with body wash. She stops him from bending her over right there—they are way too drunk to fuck on such a slippery surface. He can’t wait any longer. His hugs his wife and leads her out of the shower, his lips locked on her. Their naked dripping bodies leave a trail of water across the living room. They ignore Ross on the couch who tries to guide them away from the coffee table that they trip on. Monica lands on her ass and catches her husband before he faceplants.

They giggle as they make out. She grips him, “I wanna suck your suck.”

He raises his eyebrows, “I want to eat your pussy.”

He rearranges, and buries his face between her thick milky thighs. She grips his cock and tries to suck the life out of him. Ross lays feet away, his cock hardening beneath the blanket.

Joey snores. Rachel poses in the mirror with her new equipment: a purple dildo. Phoebe says, “Flip the switch and start fucking me.”

Rachel turns in on. Vibrations send ripples of pleasure up her body. She walks, shaking to the bed, where Phoebe is on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She tilts the cock down, Phoebe reaches back and guides it in. The tall woman thrusts, using her powerful runner’s legs. The dildo plows deep into the little woman, who arches back.

“Oh fuuuuck. Stroke me, girl.”

Rachel smiles. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. She has to lead Bible study tomorrow. She smacks Phoebe’s ass and laughs. Tomorrow is not going to control her tonight.

Ross is full on jerking off as he watching his friend plow the voluptuous beauty beneath him. Chandler grips his wife’s ankles and holds them high and wide in the air. His thick cock stretches her pussy as he pounds in so hard his balls smack against her. Monica moans and beg for it deeper, harder.

“Give it to your slut wife.”

Ross can’t believe the dirty mouth on this woman, who earlier was too modest to take off her hoodie. If Rachel talked like that when he fucked her, he would never have a problem staying hard. He lets out a little groan imagining his deacon wife begging him to make her pussy hurt for days.

Monica’s brown eyes open and connect with his, then drift down to his cock. He’s caught, but not in trouble. She waves him over. Her whole body trembles with each thrust from Chandler. Her big bouncing tits could know Ross off if they connected with blow. Monica spits on her hand, grabs Ross’s cock. Strokes him unlike he’s weak.

Chandler watches his wife stroke his best friend. He pounds her even harder.

She moans and teases, “Do you like seeing me stroke a big cock while you fuck me?”

Drunk and delirious, the only answer Chandler and give is fucking her harder.

She arches back on the floor, pulls Ross’s cock to her mouth. She stares into her husband’s eyes as she sucks down enough of the long cock to gag. The gag on another man’s cock sends Chandler over the edge. He erupts inside his wife, stops thrusting entirely, just buries it to the balls and fills her.

Ross is so close when Monica pops the cock out of her mouth. She lets go of his dick. His mind is frantic, he can’t believe his night is going to end with blue balls, or worst finishing in a Kleenex in five minutes after all the desire is gone.

Then another hand grabs his cock. A much stronger hand. It pulls him, makes him take two steps in the other direction. A wet mouth closes on his cock. He looks down at Chandler. Beyond blacked out. Eyes closed. Tongue swirling on his cock head. His other hand squeezing Ross’s ass.

Ross combs his hand into Chandler’s hair, and doesn’t give warning when he busts in his mouth. Chandler doesn’t care. He swallows it all down. Ross has to pry Chandler’s finger from his ass.

Chandler crawls to the bathroom and pukes. The sound makes his wife puke next. They brush their teeth and hold onto each other while they stumble again to the bedroom. Before he falls asleep, Ross swears he hears more moaning behind their door.

Rachel and Phoebe lay naked and sweating next to each other. Both thoroughly fucked and satisfied. Joey slept through the glass-shattering orgasms that only come from fun uninhibited sex. Rachel waves the dildo. “Do you mind if I keep this? I was getting bored of my collection.”

“Sure,” Phoebe says. She looks to her sleeping husband, “If you’re looking for a partner, give me a call.”

Phoebe is done staying loyal to her husband. She'll keep the marriage together for her daughter, but if he’s going to fuck around, so is she. There will be no throuples. If she finds someone she loves, Joey will become her side chick.

Rachel sleeps easy. Coming hard will make that happen. The stress of her last years of marriage is gone. She’s excited for the future.

Ross is equally as excited. He’s sucked a dick and had his dick sucked. He thoroughly enjoyed both. There’s no more questioning. No more what ifs. He’s just worried if there will be a guy that meets his standards.

Chandler and Monica finish fucking for a third time. In the morning, they will wake up hungover and feeling like hell, but will fuck for a fourth time. All at Chandler’s request. They’ve found their dynamic. The Type A Wife likes being an obeying slut in bed. Tell her what to do and she’ll do it happily. Chandler takes control. (At least in the bedroom.)

The night ends.