The chase

Her husband is drunk, my wife basically just gave me permission to bang her, and Rachel did imply that she likes a chase. I agree with Joey: she wants us to do this.

I didn’t feel drunk until I stood up. Now I remember how much whiskey is sloshing in my empty stomach. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Before I can reconsider, Joey grabs my arm and drags me out of the house. He doesn’t even give me time to put shoes on.

I walk through the wet grass barefoot. The day will warm when the sun is high in the sky, but right now it’s chilly. My arm prickle with goosebumps. Rachel’s skinny body must be freezing out here.

I say, “I don’t really want to **** her.”

“I don’t either. But like she said, it’s role play. It’ll be fun,” Joey says. “Haven’t you ever role played with your wife?”

“No,” I answer. We’ve done a lot sexually but never that.

“You’ll love it. The more you get into the role, the better it will be. It shouldn't be difficult acting like we’re ravenous for Rachel. I’ve wanted to fuck her since high school.”

We break through the trees to a scummy pond. Rachel sits with her back to us on top of a picnic table. Her hair shines blonde in the sunlight. We’re about to ruin her peaceful morning.

Joey calls out, “What’s your safe word?”

Rachel looks back over her shoulder at us. She bats her eyes like ‘whatever could you mean?’. Finally she says, “****.”

Joey says to me, “If she says that word, we stop. Everything else is part of it.”

My large friend takes the lead and lumbers to the table. “I didn’t hear any feminine moaning coming from your room last night. Did your husband get too drunk to pleasure you?”

He moves to one side of her, and I walk to the other.

I add, “She was a good wife, and pleasured her husband.”

“Oh you saw that?” Rachel says. “I guess I forgot to close the door all the way.”

“Oh you saw her sucking dick?” Joey asks, “How were her skills?”

I sit down next to Rachel, “I didn’t hear any gagging and his dick fully disappeared down her throat.”

The old table creaks as Joey sits down on the other side of Rachel. “That doesn’t impress me. It’s probably easy to deepthroat a little dick.”

Rachel turns to Joey, “What do you know about my husband’s penis?”

“I know it’s about half the size of mine,” he grins at her. “I know you’re curious. How about you dig your hand in my pants and fish it out. Get a good look at it.”

“Ross is going to kick your ass, when I tell him what you just said,” Rachel says.

“Too bad Ross is drunk, and you’re out here all alone,” Joey wraps his arm around her narrow shoulders. “Come on. Take it out. I know you’re curious. You heard all the talk from my exes in high school and college. You know what they say about me. They weren’t lying.”

He takes her wrist and moves her hand to his lap. She snatches her hand back, “Stop! I’m not touching your dick.”

I lean in close enough that my lips brush her ears when I whisper, “Can I tell you a secret? I haven’t stopped thinking about you since your story. Even when Monica was sucking me last night, I was imagining it was you. My wife is good, but after seeing your show last night, I know you’re so much better.”

She wets her lips, and turns me face me, “Sorry, Chandler. I didn’t mean to tease you, but this mouth, these lips, this tongue, this throat is all my husband’s. I can’t share it with anyone else.”

“Not even a taste?” I say looking in her eyes. I want to kiss her so badly. I move in for the kiss, but she pulls away.

“No. Not even a taste. You’ll just want more,” she says smiling.

“Yeah,” agrees Joey. “If we get a blowjob, then we’ll want to fuck this big tits.”

He reaches down and squeezes Rachel’s soft boob. She screams in horror, and stands up, ripping his hand away. “Oh my god! No! Don’t touch me.”

Joey grins, “We’re going to do more than touch you. How about you make it easier for us and give us a little strip tease? Show us that nice body.”

“Eww,” Rachel says. “I’m telling my husband. This is inappropriate.”

“Don’t leave,” I say. “Let’s just talk. I have more to confess.”

That stops her. “Confess what?”

“My fantasy about you in a wet T-shirt was just the tip of the iceberg,” I say. “I dream about what your calves would feel like resting on my shoulders.”

I see her mind going through how that would happen. What position we would have to be in. She says, “You’re my husband’s friend. You shouldn’t be telling me this.”

“I’ve jerked off to pictures of you,” I say.

Her eyes widen, “What pictures!?”

“Way too many. You are incredibly sexy,” I say, not breaking eye contact.

“I know you’re trying to compliment me, but this is inappropriate. Your wife wouldn’t appreciate it if I told her this.” Phoebe starts to walk away.

Joey calls, “Hey! You can’t leave without seeing this first!”

“What?” She looks at Joey then her eyes flick down to his lap. She gasps and covers her mouth. “Holy fuck.”

Holding his dick in his hand, Joey laughs, “I told you it was big. Now come say hello.”

Rachel turns and runs.

“Fuck! Go catch her,” Joey growls.

I hop off the picnic table and chase Rachel down the path around the pond. She’s in shape; she runs everyday, she has shoes on; I have no hope in catching her, but I try. My feet squish in mud, and get stabbed by rocks and twigs.

Rachel is a fucking gazelle. She’s bounded off and I have no clue where she went. At a fork in the paths, I stop to catch my breath. Too much **** on an empty stomach. Anymore running and I’m going to puke.

Fuck, I’m never catching her. This isn’t fun.

She appears at the end of one of the paths to taunt me, “Ross would be able to catch me!”

“Not when he’s blackout drunk,” I say to myself.

“What!? I didn’t catch that!” Rachel yells.

The fact that she’s come back to taunt confirms that this is all a game. It’s what she wants. I need to give her what she wants.

I start slowly walking to her. “I said Ross can’t catch you when he’s too drunk to walk.”

She frowns, “Please don’t bring up his drinking. That’s not fun.”

“Sorry,” I say, walking closer, trying to not to spook her into running away again. “I’m also sorry if my confession was creepy. I’m not obsessed with you. I just find you maddeningly attractive. Sometimes I can’t help myself I’m so horny.”

About five yards from her I stop, “Especially when I see a picture of you in your wedding dress. You looked incredible.”

“Does this plain white tee remind you of that dress?”

“That white tee would be perfect for a wet T-shirt contest.”

She laughs, “You and that lame fantasy! Just admit you want to see my boobs.”

“I want to see your boobs.”

She smiles and grabs the bottom of her shirt. She lifts it up to her neck, revealing a full cupped grey bra. A practical bra that a mother would wear, nothing inherently sexy about it except for the woman wearing it. “See? My boobs.”

She lowers the shirt and smooths it out, “Are you happy?”

While she’s distracted with her shirt, I sprint toward her. She screams and turns to run. I wrap around her like a backpack. Our momentum takes us to the ground. We roll and I end up on my back with Rachel on top of me. I wrap my arms and legs around her to keep her contained.

Her blonde hair smothers my face. Her body writhes but I’m not letting her go. I don’t unnecessarily grope her. I keep control of her wrists as she struggles against me. She grunts and groans, but everything is useless. I control her skinny body.

She pants as she tries to recover. I say, “You’re not telling your husband or my wife anything. This morning is going to be our little secret by the lake. Now tell me, when you touched yourself on your wedding night, what position did you imagine me taking you in?”

“Hmmm let me think. That night was so long ago,” she says, acting like she hasn’t thought about that fantasy since. “Joey bent me over the bed and took me from behind. Zach took me from behind while I lay prone. Nick pulled me up onto my knees and gave it to me doggy style. All those big men took me from behind, but the smallest groomsman, you, gave it to me missionary. You looked me in the eyes as you fucked me next to my passed out husband.”

Her hands unbutton and unzip her jeans. She’s wearing green panties. The jeans so skintight, her hand can barely slide into them. I let her hand go, so she can rub herself.

I ask, “Does the thought still get you hot?”

“Oh yeah,” she sighs.

“Does it get you wet?”

“Oh yeah,” she sighs again. She pulls her hand from her pants and lifts her fingers behind her head. I suck the wetness from them, tasting her pussy. She moans, “We can’t do this. My husband would kill me.”

“You don’t have a choice,” I say. “I’m fucking you whether you want it or not.”

“Take it easy on me,” she says. “I’m a little woman compared to your wife.”

“I’m giving it to you so much harder than I’ve ever given it to her,” I promise her.

My dick grows against her backside as she pushes her pants down to finger herself more. I let my free hand roam and finally get to experience the glorious softness of her boob. It’s so big in my hand. I kiss on her long neck. She arches back so she can kiss me.

Then Joey interrupts our passion.