Spy on Ross and Rachel

Phoebe doesn’t walk to the door, but walks off the porch. She heads to the side of the house.

Surprised I asked, “Where are you going?”

She turns, “Shut up and follow me. You’re going to like it. Trust me.”

Trust Phoebe? She about to have me put my dick inside a beehive. But I’m too curious not to follow her. I grab the bottle of bourbon and take a swig for an extra bout of courage before I follow her around the house. Where could she have possibly gone? No way she went out in the cornfield. That would be something my wife would never do: fuck in the middle of a cornfield.

“Psh Chandler. Up here!” Phoebe’s whisper cuts though the night air.

I look up and see her standing on top of the woodpile that is stack next to the house. She waves for me to join her. I take my time climbing up the side, making sure none of the logs roll beneath me. She grips my forearm to steady me as I reach the peak.

On top of the woodpile, I look over the cornfield to the woods, then look up to see the vast sky of stars. You wouldn’t think the extra elevation of five feet would help with the view, but I am mesmerized. It’s so much clearer without the light pollution of the suburbs.

Then Phoebe elbows me, “You’re looking the wrong way.”

I turn around to face the house, and realize the woodpile is stacked in front of a window. A window that has its shades pulled closed. Except there is a second smaller window above the main window, and this window has no shades. The woodpile gives us the perfect height to look down into a bedroom unobstructed.

“How did you find this…” I try to ask, then I’m elbowed again in the side.

“Shhh,” Phoebe says, “Just watch.”

Fuck. Did Phoebe just set me up to watch her husband fuck my wife? I don’t know if I want see that. I’m about to tell her when I look down into the room.

That is definitely not my wife. A lean female with obscene tits walks from the closet to the bed. Rachel’s strawberry blonde ponytail bounces with her tits as she walks to the bed. She's wearing a white tank top (sans bra) and flannel pajamas shorts that show off her long toned legs. Fuck. She’s so gorgeous. Why did Joey fuck this night up? I should be inside her right now.

Ross lays back on the bed. They're obviously talking but I can’t hear them through the window.

While still watching I softly ask Phoebe, “Why did you bring us up here?”

She whispers back, “I saw your reaction to Rachel’s story. I know you want to watch her in action.”

I don’t admit that I do. This feels like something I shouldn’t be doing, but I really hope I get to watch them fuck.

Phoebe sees my dilemma and says, “Don’t be ashamed. See! I know you! Just relax and enjoy. I won’t tell anyone, and they’ll never know. You’re my partner in crime tonight.”

Damn. Phoebe really know my desires too well. I say, “We’re too dangerous together.”

She smiles at me then we both turn back to the window.

Rachel and Ross are still talking. Probably about the events of the night: they both did expose themselves to the group, they both agreed to a competition where they might fuck someone else. They probably have a lot to talk about. But I can’t hear, and it’s getting boring. With my luck, they’ll probably turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Then Ross pulls down his shorts, grabs his cock and flops it around in his wife’s direction. Rachel puts her hands on her narrow hips and looks amused at her husband’s antics.

Phoebe whispers beside me, “I can’t believe Ross has such a long soft dick. A hose between his legs.”

I look at Phoebe, a little jealous that she’s ogling my best friend. She sees my look at slaps at me, “Come on! He wishes he had a tree trunk like you.” She reaches over and squeezes my cock through my pants. I put my arm around her and hold her close as we both watch what happens next.

Phoebe whispers, “If she goes down on him, I’ll blow you as you watch. But if he goes down on her, you eat me while I watch.”

“Deal.” I say.