My wife confesses her infidelity

Ross shakes his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about bro.”

“Yes you do! Remember no secrets!” Joey says.

Ross stays firmly silent.

Rachel suggests, “How about immunity for tonight? Just tell us what happened. I won’t hold it against you.” She looks at me. “Will you agree?”

My wife already admitted she was a huge slut when she drank. How much worst can it get? I answer, “Yeah. Just get it all out there. I don’t want there to be any secrets. I don’t care what happened in the past.”

Monica sighs, “Fine. I’ll tell you what happened. The guilt has only been eating away at me for the last eight years.”

Phoebe cheers at the new drama. She hits her husband, “Why didn’t you tell me you knew this!?”

“I’m not going to rat on my best man,” Joey says.

Even though she said she wanted to hear the secret, Rachel’s face has drained of all emotions. She thought Joey was joking, trying to get the attention off himself. There was no possibility that her husband could’ve hooked up with my wife.

“I’ll tell this story,” Monica says. “My memory of that night is fuzzy, but I think it’s more clear than Ross’s.

“This happened back when I was in grad school. Chandler and I were long distance. I flew back out to Colorado to spend the weekend together. I got in on Saturday morning. We had breakfast and did cute couple things, but what I really wanted was for Chandler to take me back to the apartment and have his way with me. It had been too long. I’d missed him…and his penis.

“While I wanted a weekend in bed, Chandler wanted to make the most of my visit. He had so much planned. But the plans went sideways when Ross met us at a brewery for dinner. He strongly encouraged us to drink.

“Once buzzed we went to this arcade bar and spent a hundred dollars in quarters. Then we ended up at some dive bar, performing karaoke. After so many drinks, I was completely drunk and dangerously horny. Chandler could barely walk. Ross had to help get him up the stairs to the apartment.

“Finally in the apartment, Chandler puked then passed out in bed. Definitely not what I wanted to happen. But I was a good girlfriend. I undressed him and made sure he had water. Then my phone vibrated with a text. It was from Ross, ‘Wanna keep the party going?’

“I walked out of the bedroom to find Ross in the kitchen. I had assumed he left and went home already. Instead he was making two rum and cokes. Half Admiral Nelson, half Kroger brand cola. I accepted the drink even though I didn’t need more ****. I’d just regret it in the morning.

“The party was just sitting on the couch together, drinking and talking. It was a while before I noticed his hand was on my thigh, resting on top of my skirt. Then he said, ‘if you were my girl, I’d always make sure to satisfy you before I passed out.’

“‘Rachel must be a lucky girl to have you then’, I said, reminding him we’re both in a relationship. The fact that this was wrong made it hotter. He said, ‘Chandler is lucky to have a girl like you. The things I would do to your body. Oh fuck. The things I would do—Rachel would never be able to handle.’

“At this point, I noticed the significant bulge in his pants. I reached over and laid my hand on the outline of his dick. He moved his hand down my skirt to the bare skin above my knee. I asked, ‘What kind of things?’

“His hand slipped under my skirt. It was so naughty and I was so hot for it. My boyfriend in the next room, his model perfect girlfriend waiting for home for him. The sexual attraction he was giving me was what I had been craving. I was too goddamn horny to think straight. My hand rubbed on his dick through his jeans.

“He said, ‘I’d give it to you hard and rough and you’d be coming and begging for more.’ His knuckles grazed my panties and pressed them into my pussy. I sighed loudly. I let him rub me through my wet panties. I rubbed on his hard dick.

“I asked, ‘Rachel doesn’t like it rough?’ I don’t know why I kept bringing up the fact that we were cheating. Maybe I was hoping one of us would come to our senses, but every time I brought it up, it just made us both hotter.

“He pulled my panties to the side and slipped a fingertip into my wet pussy. He groaned at the feel. ‘She’s saving herself for marriage.’ He confirmed that he was even hornier than me. I hadn’t had sex in months, he hadn’t had sex in the two years they’d been dating. He said, ‘Your pussy feels incredible.’

“I started to unbutton his jeans, and whispered, ‘Imagine how it will feel around your cock.’

“That broke the seal. We met in a sloppy kiss. We made out while he fingered me, and I tried to pull his hard dick out of his pants. I struggled with it. I had to stop kissing him to fully focus on it. He had to help pull down his pants to expose his long gorgeous cock. I stacked two hands on it and his tip still poked out. I pulled my legs up on the couch and leaned my face into his lap. I sucked that beautiful cock while he stripped off my thong and fingered me more.

“It made it so much hotter knowing that at any moment Chandler could walk out of the bedroom to discover us. My big ass raised in the air, pussy filled with two fingers and my mouth slurping on his best friend’s dick.

“Ross got off the couch and kneeled in front of me. He buried his head under my skirt. I leaned back on the couch and rested my legs on his shoulders and enjoyed the thrill and pleasure of his tongue. His fingers were good, but his tongue was even better. I had to bite on the couch to muffle my screams of orgasm. His tongue on my clit was relentless. I had to beg for him to stop.

“He came up from my skirt, ravenous. He flipped me over and raised me up so I was bent over the couch facing the wall. He raised my skirt and put it in me. No condom.

“I didn’t stop him. I needed that dick in me. Fuuuck. It penetrated me soooo deeply. I still remember the spot he hit. And he was true to his word: it was hard and rough. My ass was smacked hard. My hair was pulled. We didn’t care about Chandler sleeping. We were loud. Moaning, clapping, cussing, praising. He railed me, and I came all over that gorgeously long cock.

“When he was about to come, he pulled out like a gentleman. I immediately got on my knees and sucked his head while he stroked. I swallowed gulps of his cum. No clean up necessary.

“Afterwards we both sat on the couch, exhausted, satisfied, drunk and throughly stunned that we actually did that. We didn’t even need to discuss that we were never going to tell anyone. This was a drunk mistake when we were under the duress of being painfully horny.”

Monica sighs, “But apparently at some point Ross told Joey. Maybe during the wedding ceremony they were both laughing that they had fucked the bride.”