Drunk enough for Ross to admit a fantasy

Ross pours out the bourbon in each of our glasses. He says, “This is good stuff. We’re not wasting this.”

“As long as I can still get it up tonight, I’ll drink it,” Joey says.

“Been haven’t trouble getting it up lately,” Ross asks.

“I’m good for about once a day,” Joey says. “But more than that, I need some pharmaceutical help.”

“Damn, you and Phoebe have sex once a day?” I say. I’m so envious. From the last year, regular sex with Monica has not been a thing.

Joey nods, “Yeah dude. Phoebe is insatiable. She needs it a least once a day. I will admit that I have lost a step in that area since getting older.”

“Not me,” I say. “I was getting hard listening to Rachel’s story.”

Ross gulps down his glass, and pours himself some more. Then he stands up to add some to my glass even though it’s not empty yet. He says, “Drink up.” And makes me chug my bourbon before pouring me another. He smiles, and asks, “Do you think my wife is hot?”

I’m feeling the **** and without hesitation answer, “Yeah Rachel is very attractive.”

Joey adds, “You already know I think she’s smoking. Those tits. Mmm yum.”

Ross sits back down. “Can you believe she was a virgin when she met me?”

“No way that’s true! She lied to you bro,” Joey says. “No way a girl with that body was a virgin at 23 when you started dating. She went to a party school and was in a sorority!”

“I wasn’t her first boyfriend. And she had done everything but penetrative sex. But she told me I was her first, and I believe her,” says Ross. He looks up across the fire. “You want to know something that’s a little fucked up. It turns me on imagining her getting fucked by another guy.”

“My wife has been fucked by plenty of men,” Joey says. “She even has a few videos saved. They’re pretty hot.”

Ross looks ecstatic, “Oh my god! You have videos! I’m so jealous. I would so jack off to a video of Rachel blowing one of her old boyfriends.”

Joey shrugs, “It’s one of the benefits of marrying a woman who was a huge slut before we met.” He looks at me, “How about you Chandler? Was Monica a virgin when you met?”

I laugh, “That’s what she told her mom. But no, I think she had fucked 5 or 6 guys before me.”

“Yeah Monica looks like she loves a big dick,” Joey says. “Is that true?”

The **** has loosened all our lips. I know that Joey has flirted with my wife, but he’s never been so brazen. I answer his question, “Well she likes my dick.”

“Oh you got a big dick, Chandler,” Joey teases. “How big? You ever measure? I love measuring my dick when I’m feeling down.”

Ross interrupts, “You guys are gay talking about your dicks. I thought we were talking about how sexy our wives are.” He drains his glass. “Alright guys, finish your drink, this next pour will kill the bottle.”

Holy fuck. This is way too much whiskey too fast. I’m going to have to **** myself to puke before I go to bed. This much liquor sloshing in my stomach will be awful.

Ross passes out the remaining bourbon, and offers a toast, “Here’s to having sexy wives who love getting fucked.”

I finish my glass. Oh god. Don’t throw up yet.

Click clack. Click clack. Click clack.

I turn my head at the unexpected noise on the concrete patio. Rachel finishes her walk and stands at the edge. Her blue eyes hide behind black framed glasses. Her reddish blonde hair tumbles to a large white bathrobe that end at her ankles. Her feet are covered in black stockings, and she wears black high heels.

Fuck she looks sexy. I wonder if she’s wearing her black lingerie set that she mentioned she packed. She must have gotten tired of waiting for Ross to come to bed, and has come out to get him.

Ross cheers, “Speaking of sexy wives, here’s mine. Looking a little pissed, but that just turns me on more. Would you like to join me, and my two extremely drunk friends out by the fire, and make my fantasy come true?”

Rachel smiles loosening the belt of her robe, “What’s your fantasy?”