Round two

Rachel takes a breath, “I just want you to fuck me while you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Chandler asks.

“Like I’m the prettiest woman in the world.”

He grins, “That’s easy.”

He tosses her over one shoulder, smacks her little ass, carriers her to the bedroom. Closes and locks the door, the will be no more interruptions. She lags back on the bed. Her huge tits don’t sag to the side. Her pale nipples point to the ceiling. He kisses up her body until their lips meet.

She doesn’t let him pull away, keeps her tongue in his mouth as she guides his fat cock into her little pussy. She locks her long legs around him, pulls him deeper. The sheer girth of him sends her clit into a frenzy with every movement of his hips.

The enthusiasm of kisses. Her hands behind his head. She wasn’t letting him go. She had him for the night. His cock could only last a few more pumps. She felt too good.

He pulled out except for the tip. Tried to recover. Her legs pushed him back in. She sighed, “Fill me.”

He did in more ways than one. His cum coated her pussy. She couldn’t get pregnant. She had no worries. We welcomed the warm feeling. The feeling of a stiff cock that wanted to be inside her. That didn’t flee the moment it was done. Chandler kept it in her while they continued to make out.

Phoebe walked back to the campfire like she had just ridden a horse for two hours, the girth of Chandler’s cock was comparable. Joey asks, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I think your friend just broke my hymen.”

Monica laughs, “Oh no. I hope you didn’t ask Chandler to fuck you hard. We all learn that mistake once. He need very specific instructions.”

“You should’ve given me the manual,” Phoebe plops down in a camping chair. “What are you up to?”

Joey looks at his wife, “I don’t know if I feel comfortable doing this while you’re around.”

Phoebe laughs, “Dirt bags like you don’t care.”

Ross looks anyway but Phoebe.

Monica has to explain, “Ross is going to suck Joey’s dick, but to get him to do that I had to agree to suck his balls and lick his ass why he does it.” She lights up with an idea. You should eat me out while I do that. A real human caterpillar.”

Phoebe looks at her husband. This is the desperation he’s come to. Getting his dick sucked by his best friend because no one else wants anything to do with him. Fine. He deserves it. He needs some consequence.

Monica gets down on her knees and wiggles her ass. “You don’t have to. I just thought it could be fun.”

Phoebe smiles, “I got you girl. My neck needs a break but I’ll finger the fuck out of you.”

So the chain starts: Ross shyly sucking his friends curved cock, then slurping with more enthusiasm. Monica massaging his balls tonguing his bleached asshole. Phoebe fucking Monica with two fingers then sticking a thumb in her butt.

Phoebe stares at her husband, who can’t hide the pleasure he’s getting from another man. Is this the chaos he wants? His friendships won’t survive the night. The people she actually enjoys will disappear from her life. How many times is she going to put up with his actions?

She’s decided tonight is the last. He needs to grow up. It won’t be the first time she’s drove away with a half tank of gas. It will just be the first time with a child in a booster seat in the back.

She mouths, “We’re done.”

He asks, “What? I didn’t uuhhh…”

His question is cut off by an orgasm. His cum fills his friend’s mouth, who promptly spits it on the ground. She should have warned Ross: Joey’s cum tastes like kerosene.

Monica arches back into Phoebe. “You’re really good at this. The nanny taught you well.”

The nanny. The better option she didn’t choose. Maybe she was still single, maybe she would be open to a relationship with a middle aged mother. She tears up.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” Monica says, because of the sexualized context. She starts kissing off the tears from Phoebe’s cheeks. Phoebe pulls her into a kiss. They roll into the dirt. Making out, fingering each other. Monica craving physical pleasure, Phoebe needing intimacy.

The two men watch, sipping beers, flopping each other’s cocks.

“Lesbians are so hot.”

“I have to disagree with you there. But those booties are something to behold. I need to fuck an ass. Can you believe I’ve never fucked an ass?”

Joey laughs, “Rachel’s is so tight, I’d be shocked if she could shit. Of course you haven’t fucked an ass. You need a fun girl like these two. I’ll let you fuck Phoebe’s if I can fuck Monica’s.”

Ross looked at him, “I’m not in charge of who fucks Monica’s ass.”

“You better find out who is, because you’re not touching my wife again until I get the green light for the brown hole between those big white cheeks.”

“Dude,” Ross rubs his face. He didn’t make the obvious choice of who was in charge of Monica’s asshole—Monica herself. He went in search of her husband. Chandler would give permission for Joey to fuck his wife’s ass.

What he heard behind the closed bedroom door broke his heart.