Monica orchestrates a wild fantasy for me

Ross holds up the last bottle of bourbon; firelight shines through the amber swishing at the bottom, “We can’t go to bed without doing this.”

“Pass it around! Let’s finish it off,” Monica cheers. She’s always been a competitor, but it’s strange that’s she so gung-ho since she was complaining earlier in the night about how the only **** was whiskey. I guess she’s acquired the fiery taste.

Joey shakes his head at the bottle thrusted in his face, “No more. I already regret how much I’ve drank. My stomach is already letting me know I’m going to be on the toilet all day tomorrow.”

“Oh god,” Phoebe says. “I might as well enjoy tonight because tomorrow is going to be hell.”

The petite Asian lifts the bottle to her lips and gulps once. The bourbon splashes in the bottle when she yanks it from her lips. She passes it to my wife.

The fire dances in my wife’s eyes as she lifts the bottle to her lips. She drinks it to the last shot. Her tongue seductively catches the liquor left on her lower lip. She holds out the bottle to Rachel.

Rachel waves her hands, “Oh no. I’ve already drank too much. And I’ve definitely said too much.”

“C'mon,” Monica encourages. “No kids tonight. Let out your wild side. No judgement here.”

Rachel finishes the bottle. I’m so drunk, I don’t even try to conceal that I’m checking out her big tits in that tight black shirt. She howls like she’s breathing fire when she lowers the bottle. She tosses it up in the air behind her. Monica and Phoebe join their howls to hers.

The three men look between each other. What the hell has gotten into our wives? We’ve never talked this much about sex in our lives. My friends know I fucked my wife’s tits on our first date. I know my best friend’s wife loves giving head. And now it is officially confirmed that Phoebe is an unashamed slut—the rumors were true.

Joey is the first to stand up. He groans, “Tonight has been interesting. Just be glad no one asked me how many girls I’ve fucked. We’d be here until next week.”

“But how many dicks have you sucked,” Monica asks. Shit that was quick. She’s on another one right now.

The comment hushes Joey for a brief moment, long enough for Phoebe to answer with uncontrollable laughter. His beard can’t hide the blush of his cheeks.

Monica rolls back in her chair, “Oh god! It’s definitely more than one.”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer. Goodnight everyone,” Joey says and lumbers back to the house.

“You girls are awful,” Rachel says, but she’s can’t hide her smile anymore than she can hide her big tits.

Ross stands up, “Gay questions mean it’s time for me to leave. I can’t be apart of this.”

“I’ll be in soon,” calls his wife. “I’ll just clean up a bit.”

“You’re not going to bed,” Monica says. “The night just started to get fun.”

“I guess I can stay out a little longer,” Rachel says.

Phoebe says, “I’m going to need water if we’re staying out more.”

“Chandler, can you get us all some water and some more logs for the fire?” Monica asks.

“Sure,” I answer. I push myself up.

In the house, Joey already occupies the bathroom. Ross bends over the sink, shirtless, gulping water from the faucet. I grab a pitcher of filtered water from the fridge and cups. Once back outside, I grab two logs from the side of the house.

With my arms full I walk back to the fire. The wives giggle drunkenly. I set the logs in the fire, and pour each of the women a cup of water.

Monica says, “Why don’t you take off all your clothes and have a seat for us?”