Phoebe and Rachel

The door closes, and I immediately wish I was back in the bedroom. The two women who I had just sexually rejected sit on the couch, the remaining bourbon passed between them. The noise of the door turns their pretty eyes to me.

At the sight of me Rachel face tenses into an angry sneer and Phoebe’s becomes a wicked grin. I fucked up.

I awkwardly wave to them as I walk to the linen closest. Phoebe stops me, using her leg as a blockade. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

I gesture to the closet, “I just need to get a towel real quick.”

She doesn’t move her leg. She stares up at me as she takes a drink of bourbon straight from the bottle. “Need to get a towel to clean the cum off your wife?”

“Uh no,” I say, anxiously, trapped by this small intimidating woman.

The bottle goes from Phoebe to Rachel. Her long delicate throat gulps the burning bourbon. With the amber liquid glistening on her lips, the strawberry blonde asks, “Why do you need a towel?”

Her blue eyes are too pretty to look at. I glance away and say, “The bed gotten sorta wet with what we just did.”

“Just say you fucked,” Phoebe spits. “We just heard you. Don’t try to act innocent. You made your wife squirt every where with your thick cock. Now you need to clean up.”

Goddamn the whiskey has made her crass. I agree, “Yeah we had sex. And now the wet spot is on my side of the bed.”

Rachel sighs, “I wish I had those type of problems. We have no clue where our husbands are.”

“My guess is that they’re fucking in the woods,” Phoebe says.

“I’m sorry you two are so sexually frustated,” I say, “I’ll be out of the way really quickly.”

Phoebe’s leg lifts and I think I’m free, but she moves it and rest her foot on my still-throbbing erection. Even the pressure of her foot through the sweatpants sends a thrill of pleasure throughout my body. She asks, “How are you still hard?”

Rachel sits up, and lifts up my shirt. My cock head is exposed to my friends’ wives. She gasps, “Seriously. The moans stopped a while ago. How is this possible?”

I grunt, “I haven’t come yet.”

They laugh like I’m not serious, so I add, “She got too tired to finish. This isn’t the first time. I just need to get a towel, jack off alone, then fall asleep.”

Phoebe laughs, “That’s your plan? That’s so pathetic. I never leave Joey unsatisfied.”

“Same with Ross,” Rachel adds. “Even when his whiskey dick is the softest I make sure he is satisfied.”

Rubbing it in my face. My wife is sexually selfish. If I had chosen them, they would have had my balls empty by now and had been on at least round two.

I try to walk away from their smug laughter. Rachel grabs my wist. “Sit down.” She pulls on me.

Instead of fighting, I sit down between the two drunk women.

Phoebe looks across me and talks to Rachel. “Don’t tell my husband this. But this man has stared at my ass for a decade, and tonight I offered it to him on a platter. And he turned me down.”

Rachel laughs, “Ohmygod, he turned me down too!”

“No way!” Phoebe shrieks. “I wouldn’t never guessed you’d do that!”

“I’m so drunk and horny,” Rachel laughs. “And the way he was looking at me over the fire made me think that it was a sure thing.”

Phoebe plays with my hair. Her teeth bite at my ear, “Why did you deny us? We could’ve had so much fun.”

Rachel whispers in my other ear, “Was I wrong? Am I crazy? I swore I saw lust in your eyes.”

Oh god. These women are so drunk and obviously still want me. My cock is begging to come. It wouldn’t take long, then I could skirt back to my room with my sleeping wife.

But I didn’t turn them down once before to cheat on my wife now. I need to turn them down again. Plus their husbands could walk in at any minute, and that would be a disaster.

Somehow both their hands end up inside my sweatpants and grip my cock.

Fuck.