Naked Joey

With my toothbrush in hand, I return to the bathroom to clean my wife’s pussy out of my mouth. The door is open, and the light is off. I stroll right in and flick on the switch. I jump in surprise when I see Joey big body sitting on the toilet naked.

I say, “Whoa dude, are you taking a shit in the dark?”

He blinks to adjust his lights to the light, “No. I’m peeing. I’m just too lazy to stand up. And I didn’t want to ruin my night vision by turning on the light.”

He stands up. His big gut hangs over his lap. A small dick rests on massive balls. It’s only a glance but I definitely saw his dick, and it is not the monster he constantly reports. I wonder if Phoebe was role playing in the bedroom to give him an ego boost.

I go to the sink, “Sorry to walk in on you. I was just coming to brush my teeth.”

“Yeah I can smell your wife’s pussy from here. You should wash your hands too.” Joey walks up behind me. Still extremely naked, and me wearing only boxer briefs. “I could hear Monica moaning. Did you fuck her hard?”

“Umm no,” I say. “I just went down on her.”

“Lucky girl,” Joey says. “I never have to do that shit. My big hard rod is more than enough to make women come all over me.”

I look back in mirror, “I think I heard Phoebe coming earlier tonight.” I’m drunk and I don’t know where this conversation is leading. I start brushing my teeth, hoping he’ll leave.

He doesn’t leave, he continues to talk with no response from me. “Sorry if my fantasy response made you uncomfortable tonight. I usually don’t think about your wife in a sexual way. I like to tease, and she teases back. It’s all fun. Barely even flirting. But we had to admit a fantasy tonight, and I was put on the spot. And I could only picture your wife wearing skimpy lingerie. Was your wife wearing lingerie tonight?”

My mouth is full of toothpaste and spit. I don’t answer that my wife wore a sexy bodysuit that showed off everything. I wonder how much Joey would pay if I had a picture of that.

He continues without an answer, “Then I had no clue your wife fantasized about me. I didn’t know your wife thought of me like that. Has she told you anything like that before? Has she mentioned me in the bedroom? Made sexual comments about me?”

He’s breathing down my neck. I can feel his fat stomach, rubbing my back. This is getting really uncomfortable. I spit, and move to the side to try to create some space. I say, “No. This is the first time she’s said anything like that about you.”

I glance down, and notice that his dick has doubled in size. It down dangles down past his big hanging balls. Talking about my wife has gotten him excited.

The bourbon from his breath makes me want to brush my teeth again. It makes me realize how drunk we all got. We all seemed sober next to Ross, but we really drank a lot.

He says, “I can’t believe I’m going ask this. I’m too drunk. I probably won’t even remember this tomorrow. But I have to ask, because I’ll never have another opportunity. I have a couple questions. A setup then a request.”

He’s drunk and rambling. I nod, “Go ahead. I’m wasted too.”

“Do you think Phoebe is hot?” He asks.

“Yeah you got a cute little wife,” I answer. Where is he going with this?

“Not cute. I asked if you thought she was hot. Did her story turn you on tonight?”

“Okay. Your wife is hot. Her sexual experience is a turn on,” I admit.

He smiles, “I have a sexy little wife, and you have a sexy thick wife. How about we leave this bathroom, and I go into your room, and you go into my room. We’re so drunk that it could be an honest mistake. Worst case scenario, we get kicked out and go back to our original rooms. But I don’t think that would happen, I think we’d spend the entire night with each other’s wives without getting kicked out. Maybe we’d just share the same bed and sleep, or maybe something more could happen…”

He leaves the possibility hanging. The possibility that our wives would willingly fuck somebody else.

Fuck I’m too drunk to think about this. I rub the back of my neck, “I don’t know man.”

“It’s up to you to decide. Go in whatever door you want. We’re blackout drunk. It could be an honest mistake.”