Phoebe Quest: Start a fireside orgy

Why do skinny guys always have such big dicks? Is it the perspective? Like if I put Chandler’s dick on my husband’s big hairy body, would it still look big?

Yes it would.

Chandler officially has a big fat cock.

I knew he would be packing. Nobody that quiet pulls a voluptuous fireball like Monica without a sausage to quell her appetite. I just didn’t expect it to be so thick. I’ve experienced a plethora of penises. I’m an objective judge. Porn has warped the minds of a generation. The camera adds four inches.

Everyone is thoroughly drunk and getting drunker. Ross is so drunk, he’s not even hiding his gayness. He’s been checking out Chandler’s hog more than his desperate housewife. Rachel is acting like she’s never even seen a dildo that size, but to be honest you have to find a dragon to match that girth. Jealously burns in my husband’s eyes. Even though nobody has seen his dick, he knows he’s outmatched. Whenever he gets naked, everyone will see he’s been full of shit this whole time. That will be fun to watch. I wonder how he’ll squirm out of that one. Monica sits like he’s a farmer standing next to her prize-winning pig at the state fair.

Step one complete: everyone is drunk and flirting.

Now time for step two: get them to cross the forbidden boundaries.

All our marriages suck. We’ve talked about it all night. It should be easy to break those vows. Get physical and fuck someone else. The hardest part will be our familiarity. We aren’t strangers. I assume we’ll all try to stay friends after this. Will Monica want to stay friends if she watches me drain her husband’s balls while he praises my name?

I roll and land on Rachel’s property.

I perk out my chest in an offer, “How would you like me to pay my rent?”

Almost reluctantly Rachel says, “Come here so I can feel your breasts.”

My breasts. Any other term out of her mouth would’ve sounded filthy.

I bound over to her, purposely making my chest and ass jiggle, giving the horny men a show. I stand proudly in front of the redhead. She reaches out one hand and cups one of my tits. She gently squeezes.

I smile down at her. We both know I have fake tits. Girls my size don’t have tits this big. If they do, they’re definitely not this perky. I dare her to call me out. Say she was right.

Our eyes meet. The only acknowledgment that she was right.

She politely says, “They feel great.”

“They taste even better,” I wink and dance away.

I pat my husband on the thigh. “You still like seeing me get felt up by another woman?”

“Nothing hotter than seeing the woman I’m fucking from behind eating you out,” he answers, not even looking at me. His eyes don’t leave Monica and her big pale cleavage.

Ross passes my leggings to Chandler. Who tries to put them on. I stop him and yell, “Hey! No! You’re gonna rip them! You’re too big!”

“That’s what she said,” Joey automatically adds.

Chandler stops, and tosses the clothes behind him. “I guess once you’re broke. You stay broke. Monopoly is too realistic.”

More properties and houses are purchased via shots. We’ve almost emptied the bourbon. So much alcohol in so little time. It hasn’t even hit us yet. I know once one more person gets naked this game is really going to take off.

Chandler lands on Rachel’s property. “Ask for something good,” I call out.

She asks for a kiss. He’s so drunk he squeezes her little ass when they kiss. She laughs and smacks his when he turns around, “Easy there big boy.”

Ross shifts uneasily. It must be tough seeing your subservient wife break free from her cage. I have no sympathy from him. He should’ve been honest with her a while ago. They could’ve brought a third into the bedroom. Satisfied both of them. Except he didn’t want anyone touching his ivory trophy. Now his skinny church wife was lusting after his best friend’s fat cock. I was loving it. I’m hoping Ross gets a hate boner and uses it wisely. Preferably in my ass.

Monica loses her tank top to the slumlord Joey. She’s not ashamed of her tits at all, but from the way she’s covering her stomach with both her arms, she definitely has insecurities. I feel like my husband staring at those big titties. Mommy milkers. She just looks like the hottest mom with those big naturals.

Chandler must not see his wife’s boobs often. His fat cock hardens and stands up. You could hang a heavy parka on it and it wouldn’t bend. I wonder how many times that fat cock has fuck those big tits. I bet Chandler requested to do it their first time in bed.

My husband is silent. That’s how you know he likes what he sees. He doesn’t want his big fat mouth to ruin his opportunity. He has to be careful with a woman like Monica. She won’t put up with the shit that I do. She not fucking him if he’s annoying. I place a hand on his lap and give me a squeeze. I know what he wants. I’ll get it for him.

Just be patient.

Around the board. I gain a sock from Ross. Joey goes to jail. Rachel lands on one of Chandler’s few properties.

She has a few options to give him: his white t-shirt, her leopard print pajama pants or underwear (I’m guessing Rachel would never go commando. Jesus would be ashamed if she did. Thou shall keep thy kitty covered). She chooses to take off his t-shirt.

She hands it to him across the fire. He can barely grab it. He’s too distracted by her painfully fake tits. Mine are classy. Hers are crass. People assume mine are real. People know hers are fake. They’re giant on her anorexic thin body. Your tits are made of fat and this woman didn’t have fat on her—all ribs and abs. Chandler doesn’t care. His drools going to put out the fire.

Joey asks Ross how much he paid. Before Ross could answer he said, “Whatever it was. It was too much.” He nudged his friend. “Come on. I can talk shit about your ex wife. Just be happy you’re the only one that got to experience her real tits.”

A few more trips around the board and we’d all be fucking around the fire.

Chandler and Rachel. It was too easy. If we all closed our eyes and counted to five, he’d be four inches inside her before we said two.

Joey and Monica. Not as easy. Joey looked determined. When he wants something, he is good at getting it. Monica just needs to not worry about her husband and another woman. I should be able to ease that.

The tough one was Ross. Still protective of his wife, he’ll never let his best friend fuck her. And his drunk gaze wasn’t directed at any of women. I’d have to do a lot of work on him, I’m praying he’s never done anal before. It will be my best shot at getting him to fuck me.