Sneak out to the living room

I get out of bed and quietly open the bedroom door. Light peeks from the kitchen, but dark shadows dominate the rest of the house. In the living room, two people snuggle on the couch. Luckily the couch faces away from my bedroom door, where I stand. The heads embrace in a kiss, then lower and disappear. I crouch down and sneak behind the couch.

I hear the two sloppily kissing. I don't even guess who's making out. I know. Monica’s voice confirms this when she whispers, “This is so fucking hot right now. I can’t believe you agreed to this. I’m so horny for you. Feel how wet I am.”

The couch squeaks and a moan erupts to the ceiling, as a finger presumably enters her pussy. Shushing. Heavy breathing. Wet smacking kisses. My wife and best friend are like high schoolers in the basement after their parents have gone to bed.

I hear Joey's deep voice when he asks my wife, “You’re so fucking wet. Did Chandler fuck you tonight?”

“No. I saved my pussy for you tonight. He only fucked my mouth. How did Phoebe take it?”

“She loved that I went down on her. She came so hard and passed out. Now it’s our turn to have some fun.” Joey says.

“Good quiet fun,” Monica says. “Now get that cock out. I want to see if the legends are true.” The couch squeaks as they adjust themselves on the couch. I pray that Joey doesn't look over, and see me as he straightens up to wrestle out his dick.

Monica gasps loudly, before muffling herself with her hand, “Holy fuck Joey.”

Joey says, “You’re not the first to react like that. Now less talking and more sucking. I’ve been thinking about this moment since the campfire.”

For the next ten minutes, sucking and slurping fill the house. The vigor of my wife's sucking adds the squeak of the couch's springs to the symphony. One thing turns me on the most: Joey’s whispered comments.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker.

"Yeah, bitch **** on my huge cock.

"Suck my balls you dirty slut.”

Gasping for breath, Monica begs, “I need your cock in me now. I can’t wait any longer.”

More rustling as they switch positions. Joey's large body takes the dominant top position.

Monica breathes in sharply, “Take it slow. It’s going to be hard enough not to scream.” She moans, “Oh fuck Joey, fuck, fuck fuck. Oh my god. Back out. Shit, it’s going to take me a little bit to get used to you. Seriously you have the biggest fucking cock. My new #1.”

Joey muffles her, “Shut up before we wake up the house. Here have this pillow.”

The pillow quiets Monica’s moans, but the rhythmic squeaking of the couch gets louder and more violent. Joey’s pants and grunts with effort. “You have such a tight little pussy. You can’t even fit all of my cock.”

Monica takes the pillow out of her mouth and says, “Let’s change positions. I want to ride you.”

Joey sits up on the couch. The back of his head silhouettes above me. Monica’s face appear in front of his. If she looked down over his shoulder, she would see me. Luckily her eyes are closed in ecstasy as she works her hips on Joey’s cock.

Joey thrusts his hips up, and drives his cock deeper into my wife. Monica’s eyes open and she lets out a short scream. She looks at Joey, “What the fuck!?” She slaps his hairy chest.

He whispers, “I’m sorry. It’s okay. I don’t think anyone heard. Keep going.”

The squeaking and moans return as Monica continues her movement. This time she stares directly into Joey’s eyes as she works her pussy up and down his cock.

A doorknob turns with a loud click on the other side of the room. The door opens.