Yes

Ross speaks up, acting nonchalantly, even though he has never spoken about his sex life with Rachel with us before.

“Of course. Rachel is very generous when it comes to that. Even though she was exhausted from coming so hard, she still got down on her knees and started blowing me.”

He stretches out and places his interlaced hands behind his head, mimicking his pose on the night he’s describing.

“Let me tell you: the Chicago skyline looks even better with a redhead’s lips wrapped around your dick. Not to embarrass Rachel but she has no gag reflex and can keep me throated for a while. It’s amazing we ever get to the fucking with how easily she makes me come with her mouth. Actually, I don’t even think we fucked that night.”

He stops, takes a sip, and thinks. I look to Rachel who is hiding her face behind her drink. I’m sure she’s a little embarrassed her husband is revealing her hidden talent.

“That night Rachel laid on her back with her head dangling off the bed and let me fuck her throat. The best part was massaging her big soft tits as I came. She didn't let me out of her mouth until she swallowed every drop.”

At this comment, my eyes drift back to Rachel in her tight t-shirt. Her tits do look incredibly soft. I’m pretty envious of Ross right now.

I hear a husky moan and glance at Phoebe and Joey next to me. Phoebe’s hand rests in the lap of Joey’s pants. Her fingers gently massage a tented bulge.

Monica speaks up and says, “Phoebe, are you really rubbing Joey’s dick right now?”

Joey says, “Yeah, you want to see it? The thought of Ross fucking Rachel’s throat has gotten us feeling frisky.”