Yes let’s try

Rachel is so gorgeous without makeup, and looks so sexy in even the most casual clothes. I can’t turn down her advances. This proposal is almost too good to be true. I nod, “I would’ve definitely picked you. Let’s do it.”

Her smile lights up her face, “Oh my god, yes! I was so worried you’d say no. Okay. My husband is easy. Another drink and he’d fuck a hole in the ground if I told him to. What about your wife?”

“What about me,” Monica asks, stepping into the kitchen in a red terrycloth bathrobe, her hair tied up in a towel.

Rachel turns around nervously, “Umm Chandler and I were just talking…and…um.”

Shit this isn’t going well. It’s my spouse. I should probably take the lead.

I speak up, “We were just discussing keeping the competition going without Joey and Phoebe. We were all having so much fun before Joey turned into a big asshole.”

“He’s didn’t turn into an asshole. He’s always like that,” my wife corrects. Then she looks between me and Rachel. “So by continue the competition, you mean that you want to fuck Rachel and you want me to fuck Ross?”

“I wouldn’t put it so crudely,” Rachel says. “But yes. I think it could be a lot of fun. You seemed excited about the idea when we were still at the fire.”

Monica shifts a bit, “I’ll admit that I got excited by the idea. There’s something thrilling behind the idea of sleeping with my husband’s friends.”

“You can still sleep with Ross,” Rachel says. “We can have a one night swap. Then act like nothing ever happened. That would be thrilling, right?”

Monica looks at me. I think she’s disappointed I’m still trying to fuck Rachel. She says, “I’ll do it if Ross says he wants to fuck me without you prompting him. The competition was exciting because I might have been chosen. Joey chose you over me. Ross might’ve wanted Phoebe.”

Rachel smiles. My wife is giving this a chance. “Great. I’ll go get my husband. I will not say anything to him. Chandler, go get the whiskey. We’ll need another drink to kick this off.”

She scurries off, and I try not to check her out as she leaves. My wife crosses her arms, “You’re lucky I’m extremely horny tonight, and I don’t care who fucks me. I wish it would’ve been my husband.”

Shit. I fucked up.

I go outside and grab the bottle of bourbon. Joey is nowhere in sight. I hope he’s okay down at the pond. I come back in the house. Rachel walks into the kitchen with Ross following her. He’s shirtless. His pale torso is ripped with muscles. They both sit down at the table. I grab four glasses and pour a shot in each.

Ross looks around, “What’s up?”