My wife

I stand up and turn around to see Monica standing at the entrance to the kitchen. She wears her glasses, and a loose shirt and shorts. She definitely just got out of bed. I feel like I’ve just been caught. I can feel Phoebe behind me, hiding from my wife’s view.

I remember that Phoebe is afraid of my wife. That my jealous wife hates to watch me flirt with Phoebe. And now she just watched me make Phoebe come all over the kitchen table. Oh fuck. Just when things were going so well. Now I have to get in an argument with my wife.

I wipe Phoebe’s wetness from my chin. I reach over to turn off the beeping of the oven timer. It takes me a few tries. The shots during the foreplay games have taken their full effect. I say, “Sorry we woke you. Uh. We’ll try to keep it down.”

I’m expecting an explosion, but Monica just drunkenly smiles, “You guys didn’t wake me. I smelled pizza, and I’m starving.”

The tension melts off my body. She’s just drunk and hungry.

“Uh yeah. You’re welcome to have some,” I say. I remember that we agreed to this partner swap. I’ve done nothing wrong. My wife isn’t upset that she just watch me eat out another woman.

Phoebe slips down from the table, and says, “Maybe we should eat in the living room. This table needs a little cleaning.”

I look and see a shining puddle of Phoebe’s arousal on the table. Monica sees it and laughs, “Oh my god! That’s seriously impressive!”

Phoebe cozies up to me, and wraps her arm around my waist, “Thank you for letting me borrow your man for the night. I’m quite enjoying his tongue.”

“I know I shouldn’t be saying this about my husband, but you two look so cute together,” Monica says. “I’m glad you two are enjoying this night. You needed to relieve the tension in your relationship. You guys flirt so much, and I hate when I see you get so nasty with each other.”

My wife is so understanding. I cut up the pizza, and we head out to the living room. I sit naked on a couch, and Phoebe immediately cuddles up next to me. Almost like she’s claiming me as her possession for the night. Like she’s afraid my wife might change her mind, and try to take me away.

Monica just smiles, and talks between bites, “Soooo tell me about tonight! What happened before you dirtied the kitchen table?”

I don’t know how many details she wants about her husband with another woman, so I answer broadly, “We did it out by the pond. The stars were amazing. How was your night with Ross?”

Monica laughs, “It was definitely interesting having sex with your best friend. It really made me appreciate my husband though.”

Phoebe says, “You two need to stop being vague. Tell me the details! Then I’ll let you know what me and Chandler have gotten up to.”

Monica looks at me, “Do you want to know the details about me and your best friend? Because…I sort of want to know about you and Phoebe. I can tell from the marks on your bodies that you’ve gotten into it.”

I nod, “I want to know.”

While eating my wife tells us about her night with Ross:

“I haven’t been intimate with anyone but Chandler in ten years. So there are things that I’ve come to expect that were not true with Ross. For instance, we did all that hot naughty foreplay out by the fire. I was wet and ready to go. Ross and I get back to my room, and we’re making out, peeling off our clothes—I reach down and grab where I think his dick should be, but it isn’t there. So I looked down, and Ross’s dick was dangling soft between his legs! I couldn’t believe it! After all that dirty talk, while he sucked my tits, and he still wasn’t hard!

“I can seriously just give Chandler a look, and his dick hardens. Never any issues getting it up. Always rock solid before his pants come off. So it was a new experience working with some soft equipment. So I sucked him to get him hard. Sucked him until my neck hurt. It took so long but I finally got him hard.”

Phoebe interrupts, “What was his dick like? I’m curious.” I look at her, and realize she’s had her hand wrapped around my shaft the entire story.

Monica laughs, “Close your ears Chandler if you don’t want to hear about your best friend’s penis.” She waits a beat then laughs, “Okay. The only way I can describe it is that like was like a candlestick: really long, but also really skinny. It was like a pale pink too. Obviously so different than what I’m used to.” She gestures to my erection in Phoebe’s hand. “And he had red pubic hair! I don’t know why that surprised me so much.

“So after blowing him, I finally got him hard. Then we had an argument about him wearing a condom. I’m not on birth control, so I **** him to wear one. He didn’t like that at all. We tried a few positions. We started in missionary, but he kept ramming his long dick up against my cervix. It was really uncomfortable, so I got on top, and rode him. But his dick kept flopping out! It was starting to soften up as we were fucking! I couldn’t believe it. He recommended doggy style. He was really into that position. He was obsessed with my ass. He was excited when I said he could put a finger in. The sex wasn’t too bad then.”

Yup. Now I’m imagining my best friend fucking my curvy wife doggy style with a finger in her ass.

“I didn’t come, but it was enjoyable. Before Ross came, he pull out, ripped off the condom and stroked himself until he came all over my ass cheeks. I think he was using my asshole as a target.”

Monica looks nervously at us, “The next part is sort of freaky so don’t tell Rachel or Joey. After he came on me, he cleaned me up with his tongue. He licked his cum off my ass. Then he started licking my asshole while he finger fucked me. Rachel didn’t lie. Her husband is amazing at oral. He made me come so freaking hard. It made up for all the other awfulness of the sex. Then as we laid together recovering, he told me that his wife never lets him play with her ass. He told me he had dreamed about doing that to me for years.”

Phoebe laughs, “I can’t blame him. Your sweet cheeks were begging for a face to be pressed between them.”

“It’s not the first time my ass has been licked,” Monica winks at me, “but Ross was absolutely obsessed. I even told him if he could get it up again that we could do anal.”

Oh my god. My wife told my best friend he could fuck her ass.

“Sadly he couldn’t get it up again. He was one and done,” Monica says. “That was my freaky night. So now it’s your turn. How’s the sexual chemistry between you two?”

Still squeezing my cock, Phoebe answers, “Would you like to watch us, and judge for yourself? I think we’re due for our next round.”