Phoebe tells what happened

I’ll admit it. I wasn’t really thinking, and I got knocked up seven months before my wedding. We were engaged. I figured we didn’t need to worry about protection. What were the odds?

So I was extremely pregnant on my wedding day. Every speech contained some congratulations about our new little one coming into the world. I just want our daughter to know that she’s wasn’t an “Oops Baby” we were already engaged when we got pregnant. We did not get married because of her!

So it was not the wedding I expected but it was still amazing. Everyone was so supportive. Everything was great. But the reception was a little much for a woman so pregnant. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I decided to slip out early without telling anyone.

I stepped out the front door of the reception, and realized I hadn’t drove. I could go back in, and find Joey’s keys. He wasn’t driving tonight. Ross’s influence had gotten him five shots deep. As I was thinking about what to do, a car pulled up to the curb.

I heard a groaning behind me, and I looked back to see this blonde man in a tux push himself off a bench. He staggered over to the car. Even though he walked right past me, he didn’t notice me until he touched the handle of the car door.

Chandler’s goofy smile lit up his face, “Oh hey Phoebe! You need a ride back to the hotel? I ordered an Uber.”

He held the door open for me like such a gentleman. As I slipped past him, I realized that even though he was shorter than Joey and Ross, he still towered over me. Once inside the backside of the car, Chandler slid next to me and put his arm around me. He squeezed me close to him, and gave the address to the hotel.

The Uber driver glanced into his rearview and made small talk, “Did you guys just get married?”

Without a beat drunk Chandler answered, “Yup. Thank you. It’s our wedding night, and I can’t wait to get back to the hotel. She told me that once we got married nothing is off limits. So you know what that means.”

He waits a second. But before me or the Uber driver can say anything, he cups his hands to his mouth and yells, “ANAL!!!!”

The Uber driver gave a nervous laugh at the drunk idiot.

Chandler squeezed my shoulder, “Yeah she’s worried about me stretching her out. She’s worried about never pooping right again. But she told me her outrageous price: marry a pregnant woman, and I paid it.”

I laughed trying to pay it off, “My husband had a little too much champagne tonight. I’ll be shocked if he can get it up.”

Chandler looked at me, and smirked, “I’ve never had a problem getting it up.” He grabs my hand, and brings in to the waist band of his tux. “The sight of your tits spilling out of the wedding dress already had me filling up.”

And this sounds horrible for me, but I’ll tell the truth. I was a newly wed and I put my hand down a groomsman’s pants. I slipped under his belt and dug into his waistband. And my fingers gripped the fattest cock. My fingertips couldn’t touch, and he wasn’t stiff yet.

Chandler saw the surprise in my eyes. With my hand still gripping his cock, he said, “Yeah. She can’t wait to be stretched on her wedding night.”

And I sort of did want to be stretched. I wanted to see what was in Chandler’s pants. I wanted to feel what was inside. It was natural curiosity. But I did take my hands out of his pants quickly. The rest of the ride, it was hard not to see the log pressing against the inside of his pants leg.

When the Uber dropped us off, Chandler said, “I’ll escort you to your honeymoon suite.”

Sarcastically I said, “What a gentleman.”

He followed me into the elevator. I knew he wanted me, but was afraid to make the first move. He just stare at me with unreserved desire. He didn’t care that I had a kicking child inside of me. He didn’t care that I had a fresh band on my finger. He just plain wanted me.

He walked to me my room. He asked if I was going to invite him in. I said sure.

Since he was in my room, he might as well help out.

I had him unzip the back of my dress. I had him take off my shoes.

Which I realized was a bad idea, when he started kissing up my calf, which felt nice. But then it felt a little risqué when he got to my inner thigh. I jumped up and moved across the room. My dress was loose but hadn’t fallen off yet.

Still on his knees, Chandler looked up at me innocently. “Sorry. I just wanted to thank the bride for a great time tonight.”

He licked his lips. And I seriously thought about him going down on me, and I wanted it so bad. Joey is great but oral is something he does not do. I almost caved, and enjoyed cunnilingus one last time before a life of monogamy.

I tried to play it off, “Thanks for the help. Don’t you have your own pregnant wife to take care of?”

He stood up, and wobbled, “I do.” He steadied himself on a couch. “I just figured since we were both married now, we should just fuck and get it out of the way so we’re not tempted to do it down the road.”

Maybe I had teased him too much over the years. And now, on my wedding night, he decided to act on his deepest impulse when he was blackout drunk. I tried to turn him off, “You don’t want me. I’m huge and disgusting.” I dropped my wedding dress off my body. I felt huge and disgusting. There is no way a man would want me like this.

I was wrong.

Chandler’s jaw dropped when he saw me in just my strapless bra and full coverage panties. My stomach bulged with a baby inside. I honestly felt disgusting until I saw how he looked at me. He looked at me like I was the sexiest woman in the world. His eyes roamed my body with such desire.

He said, “I’ll give you one hell of a wedding night. Then we can go back to being friends. I know you want this. I want this. Let’s just do it.”

And I’m not going to lie. I was very tempted. But I stirred up all my resolve and pressed on his muscular shoulders. I firmly said, “Not tonight Chandler. I’m too tired. We’ll have other opportunities.”

He drunkenly nodded, agreeing. He awkwardly blew me a kiss across the room, “Next time, beautiful.”

Then he left to go sleep with his own pregnant wife.

I couldn’t believe he went so far. I couldn’t believe I was so close to saying yes. I blamed it on the open bar and my pregnancy hormones. The next time we saw each other it was back to normal: harmless teasing and incredible sexual tension.