Deny I’ve been staring

I look directly into Rachel’s blue eyes, and say, “I haven’t been checking out my best friend’s wife. No offense. You’re an attractive woman, but I only have eyes for my own wife.”

Monica burst out laughing, “That’s such bullshit. You’re trying to be sweet but you’ve been staring at her big boobs all night.”

I stammer, “I haven’t been staring…it’s just that anytime I look across the fire her cleavage is right there! This is entrapment. It’s like she wants me to look at her boobs.”

Rachel smiles seeing me get so flustered, “I chose this shirt because it’s comfy. It’s not my fault you’re objectifying my body.”

Ross stands up, “With all this talk of my wife’s boobs, I think we all need some more ****.” He fills up each person’s cup until the bottle is empty.

Phoebe takes a drink and asks me, “Why are you objectifying Rachel’s body and not mine?” She rubs her hand down her spandex covered thigh.

“I’m not objectifying anybody,” I say. “If anything, you all are objectifying me. Talking about my penis.”

“Would it make you more comfortable if I talked about my husband’s penis?” Rachel asks.

“Uh oh,” Ross says and takes a big gulp of ****.

Before I can answer, Rachel continues, “It was an accident the first time I saw it. I walked into his room without thinking. He was in the middle of getting changed, and his pants and boxers were still on the bed. And it was impossible not to see his penis. Oh brother. What a penis. I could have blushed, and embarrassingly said ‘Sorry’ and closed the door. But I didn’t. I stepped into the room with him and closed the door behind me. He didn’t try to cover up his dick, and let me look at it. I remember thinking that it was so long. I asked Ross if he could spin it around like a helicopter. He laughed and did it. I laughed too, and then left the room so he could finish dressing. Now it’s a joke that whenever he is naked around me, he always flops around his dick.” She smirks at me. “Do you feel more comfortable now knowing about my husband’s penis?”

I sit there stunned and take a drink. Phoebe fills the silence, “I definitely enjoyed that story, and the new knowledge about Ross.” She winks at him. “You’ll have to show me your helicopter trick sometime.”

Monica adds, “That story has my mind racing. I can’t stop picturing the snake in Ross’s pants.” She laughs and takes a drink, then asks Phoebe. “So we’ve all heard Joey talk about his penis, but I’ve never heard you talk about it.”

Joey sits up, “I don’t talk about my dick that much. You probably just think about my big dick every time you look at me, Monica.”

“Hush,” Phoebe says. “Hmm how to describe Joey’s cock? I felt it before I ever saw it. We hooked up one night when we were both drunk after a work happy hour. And obviously one of his main pickup lines was mentioning how big his dick was, so I was curious. We were making out on the bed, and my hand slithered into his pants, and grabbed his cock. And I was so disappointed.”

“HA! I knew it,” Monica yells.

Phoebe holds up her finger, and takes another sip. “But we were already into it, and he was playing with my nipples, and I said fuck it, let’s keep going. So I keep my hand in his pants, squeezing on his cock, and I notice that it’s growing. Obviously all guys get bigger when they get hard, but this was fucking exponential. When we started, my small hand engulfed the entire penis. But when he was fully hard? Holy shit. I would need three hands stacked up.”

Rachel’s mouth drops, “Oh my god! How do you fit that in you?”

“Very carefully,” Joey says.

“He’s learned that I don’t like my cervix rammed,” Phoebe says. “In conclusion, I hate that he talks about it, but he does have a very big cock.”

Joey sits up proudly and looks at my wife. He says, “I think you owe me an apology.”

“You want me to get down on my knees for you?” asks Monica?

“That will be a nice start,” Joey says.

Rachel interrupts, “Congratulations Phoebe! You’ve successfully gotten us all horny. Now I’m just thinking about the last time I had a penis in me that wasn’t Ross’s.”

Monica says, “Variety is the spice of life, and I haven’t had a different penis in 10 years. After this I’m buying a new dildo.”

“You can borrow some of mine,” Phoebe says, then suggests, “I say we all go into the house, and freshen up. Maybe put on your lingerie, and then the men can join us after they clean up.”

Monica agrees, “That’s a good idea. There has been too much talk, and my tits are aching to be touched.” She leans in and kisses me on the neck.

The men watch our wives walk back to the house. They make quite the contrasting trio in the moonlight: Rachel’s tall slender frame, Monica’s thick curves, and Phoebe petite body.

As we clean up, we talk about what just happened. Ross says, “Our wives are so horned up. They’re flirting with everybody. Chandler, your wife gave me the most lustful look I’ve ever seen after Rachel described my penis.”

“I have a crazy idea,” Joey says. “How about we each choose a different wife for the night? We just walk into a different room, and fuck someone else’s wife. They’re horny enough; I think they’d be really into it. You heard the way they were talking.”

Ross says, “I’m down. Rachel would be really turned on by that. I’ll let you in on a secret. She purposefully wore that shirt to tease you with her cleavage.”

“My wife would LOVE it if one of you walked into the room instead of me,” Joey adds. “What about you Chandler?”

I think about each of my friends fucking my wife. I saw how her eyes lit up when she heard they had big dicks. She implied that she was bored with my penis.

I say, “I think my wife would enjoy taking another man’s dick for a ride tonight.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” says Joey. “Now let’s decide who gets to fuck who.”