Picking out sex toys

We go into the house to look for Ross and Phoebe. Cum still drips down Monica body and she grabs paper towels from the kitchen.

Phoebe sits naked in the living room. I ask, “What are you doing?”

She looks back, and sees the group of her naked friends. “You guys are already done. Ross is picking out a sex toy. Shush. Hide! I don’t want him to know you’re in the house!”

Joey and Rachel hurry back into the kitchen. Monica and I scamper behind a couch before Ross walks out of Phoebe’s bedroom.

He says, “I found a pair of handcuffs. These could be hot.”

Phoebe replies, “Nice. I’ll be the sexy cop, and you’ll be a filthy criminal.”

“Oh okay,” Ross says. “I was going to use them on you, but that’s hot too.”

The squeak of Phoebe getting up. I peak around the couch. She reaches up and plucks the handcuffs from Ross. Then she immediately pushes him, and yells, “GET ON THE WALL AND SPREAD THEM!”

Ross obeys, and turns to face the wall. He places his hands wide above his head, really showing off his muscular back. Phoebe starts patting him down. Starting with his arms and shoulders. Her hands rub, every muscle on his toned body. She asked in her authoritative voice, “Do you have any weapons on you?”

He replies, “No ma’am.”

Phoebe cups and squeezes his ass cheeks. Her thumb grazes his butthole. She asks, “Not hiding anything up here are you?”

“No ma'am,” he says, and spreads his legs wider as Phoebe massages and rubs the inside of his legs. She cups and rubs his dangling balls in her hand. Then she reaches up and grabs his erection.

“What do we have here!?” Phoebe “Feels like you have seven inches of solid steel on you.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ross says.

“Do you have a license for a weapon this big?” Phoebe asks.

“I must have left it in my pants,” Ross says. He tries to turn, but Phoebe forces him back up against the wall. For being so small, I didn’t think she could be that forceful.

Phoebe says, “Put your hands behind your back. I’m going to have to arrest you.”

“Isn’t there something we can do to work this out? I can’t spend the night in jail with an ass like mine.”

Phoebe smacks his toned ass, “I said put your hands behind your back.”

Ross finally obeys, and Phoebe handcuffs him. They clink into place as they lock. She spins him around. She's so close to him that his hard cock hits her when he turns.

She jumps in mock surprise, “Oh my! Did you just try to **** an officer!?”

“Please don’t take me to jail,” Ross begs. “I’ll do anything.” He moves his hips so his cock rubs up and down Phoebe’s tattoo.

“Are you trying to bribe me,” Phoebe asks.”

Joey licks his lips, “I’m really good with my tongue.”

“That’s does sound tempting,” Phoebe says and then raises her voice a little. “My husband never goes down on me.”

“I’ll make you come so hard,” Ross says. “Just take me out of these uncomfortable handcuffs, which I thought would be way hotter but are actually hurting.”

Phoebe says, “Not until you make me come.” She leads him to the couch, and pushes him down onto his back. She straddles his face, and lowers herself onto his eager mouth. She moans, “Mmm you have quite the agile tongue.”

Ross says, “Sit all the way down and ride my face.”

Phoebe does, and there is no way Ross can see. Monica and I stand up to watch. My hand grips her hip. Rachel and Joey see us standing, and walk out of the kitchen. Ross doesn’t know his has an audience.

Phoebe’s petite body grinds on his face, and she moans. I don’t know how he can breathe. She doesn’t let up. She makes him earn his freedom. It takes so long that the observers sit down to watch.

My hand moves into Monica’s lap, and I tease her pussy as we watch. Her own hand is grip around my cock, encouraging it to grow. While I know that Joey wants to do the same thing with Rachel, she keeps her distance and sits in a chair alone.

Phoebe finally comes, and dismounts Ross’s head. His face and chest are drenched and shiny. He’s blinks at the light before looking around and noticing that he had an audience.

He laughs, “Okay now it’s time to take off the handcuffs. My arms are asleep.”

Phoebe grabs his long hard cock, and pulls him until he’s sitting up. She commands, “Stand up.”

He does, and Phoebe leads him to the side of the couch. I think she’s taking him to go get the key, but she stops. She pushes him over the armrest of the couch, “Bend over and spread them!”

She squats down and grabs his hard cock, and pulls it down between his legs. That angle cannot be comfortable for him. Phoebe starts tugging on his dick like she’s milking a cow. Then she lowers her head and sucks his downward facing cock. Bent over the couch, Ross starts moaning.

Phoebe lifts her head from his dick, and licks his balls, as she spreads and massages his ass cheeks. One hand constantly grips and jerks his cock. Her mouth engulfs the entirely of his ballsacks. Ross moans “Oh fuck!” And Phoebe loudly smacks his ass.

She pulls back her head, and I watch his sack stretch taunt before a testicle pops out of her mouth, and then the other. Her tongue licks his sack, up his taint to his asshole. Ross’s body shivers as her tongue swirls on his rim.

Phoebe jerks harder, and her tongue tries to plunge into his asshole. It shoots in and out of her mouth like she’s trying to fuck him with her tongue. Ross moans, “Holy fuck. You’re such a dirty cop.”

Phoebe brings her middle finger to her mouth and sucks it in deeply. She touches her saliva lubed finger to his anus and pushes it in. Ross grunts, and lets out a long sigh. His cock throbs in Phoebe’s stroking out. Cum spurts out and splatters the side of the couch. He moans, “Ooooooh fuck.”

After the last spurt, Phoebe takes her finger out of his ass, and stands up. She unlatches the handcuffs. Ross’s arms fall limply to his sides.

Phoebe says, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth. Can somebody get a towel to clean up Ross’s mess? I don’t want to get hit with an extra fee because we left cum stains.”

I stand up to get a towel. My erection bounces as I walk. I smack Ross on the ass as I walk by. “Nice job Tiger.”

I clean up the mess, then sit back next to Monica. Phoebe comes back from the bathroom, and sits up Joey’s lap and gives him a big kiss. I watch her tongue slip into his mouth. The tongue that was just in his best man’s ass.

Rachel sits alone on the chair, and doesn’t join her husband on the dirty couch. She looks around at the group, and asks, “What do we do now? We all just had sex with each other’s spouses. I don’t think it can get much crazier.”