No, but I don’t care

I stumble naked across the living room. The bathroom door is closed, but unlocked. Luckily no one is on the toilet. Phoebe stands at the sink brushing her teeth. She wore tight little pajama shorts, and a tank top.

I ignore her, and step into the shower which is already running. Ross jumps back in surprise, “Whoa there buddy. I’m already in here.”

I mumble, “Sorry, I need to clean off. I just had anal.”

“Oh my god! Did Rachel let you put it in her ass!? She never even lets me touch her butthole!” Ross rages with jealously.

I calm him, “No, she didn’t. She encouraged my wife to let me fuck her ass. It was amazing, but I’m so spent after that. Two women in one night has been a lot.”

“You put it in your wife’s ass?” Relief floods Ross’s voice. “Nice. Your wife has such a great ass. I bet it was nice.”

The curtain of the shower flies open. Phoebe stands there, her hands are her hips. “You just had anal for the first time tonight!? How was it? Did Monica like it?”

I’m not in the mood for all these questions. I just want to scrub my dick, and go to bed. I shrug in response, “I think she did. I think Rachel’s fingers on her pussy got her off more than my dick in her ass though.”

“You had a threesome tonight!?” Phoebe exclaims. She nudges Ross, “I didn’t know your wife got so wild.”

“Neither did I,” Ross says. “Something must have gotten into her tonight.”

“Yeah. Something big and fat got into her tonight,” Phoebe says and swipes my dangling cock. I’m so tired. I can’t flirt.

I step out of the shower, skimming by Phoebe, and grab my towel. As I dry myself off, Phoebe complains, “You’re being no fun, Chandler. You should be ecstatic: you got to fuck Rachel with her big tits, and you got to fuck your wife’s bountiful ass.”

“I’m sorry. The **** has worn off, and I’m feeling hungover, maybe we can discuss this again at breakfast,” I drop the towel on the floor and walk back to my room.

Monica and Rachel sit together on the bed. They’ve become best friends tonight, which is surprising because Monica always thought Rachel was stuck up. Maybe tonight she dropped her facade, and finally become comfortable around us.

Monica asks, “Is the bathroom free? We need to freshen up a little before bed.”

“Umm it will be soon. Phoebe was brushing her teeth, and Ross was showering,” I reply

“Go scout it out, Monica,” Rachel instructs, “I don’t want to see my husband right now. I’m not ready to tell him what I’ve been up to.”

Monica leaves the room. I put on some boxer briefs to sleep in. Rachel says, “Tonight was really fun. I feel like I know you so much more now. Do you mind if I stay with you and Monica the rest of the night?”

“No,” I answer. I become briefly concerned that’s she’s afraid of her husband’s reaction to tonight. I know they have a lot of arguments, and he got jealous and angry in the shower after he thought his wife had anal.

Monica pokes her head back into the room, “It’s clear. Let’s do.”

Rachel’s bounds across the room on her gazelle legs. Fuck she looks so sexy: her tight muscles, her big bouncing tits.

I crawl under the covers. I position myself in the middle of the bed. I close my eyes.

I’m woken when an arm wraps around me, and a soft body nozzles against my back. My wife whispers, “Goodnight my love.”

On the other side, Rachel lifts my arms, and slips underneath it, snuggling her body against my front. I rest my arm another her soft chest, and hug her. I softly kiss her ear and whisper, “Goodnight beautiful.”