Phoebe strips

After two trips around the board, people are praying for no more shots. At least let them settle.

Phoebe lands on Monica’s property. She strips off her top and hands it over.

The group learns three things about Phoebe in that moment: she has a huge colorful and swirling tattoo down the side of her body, she wasn’t wearing a bra and both her nipples are pierced.

Chandler’s jaw drops—he’s way too horny for this game. Monica compliments the tattoo—so pretty. Ross asked about the metal composition of the piercings.

Rachel politely asks, “How much did they cost?”

Phoebe looks down her body and replies, “The tattoos or the piercings?”

“The implants.”

“Oh hunny. These are mine.” She bounces her perky tits to prove her point.

Rachel shakes her head, “Don’t lie. I can tell.”

“Well maybe if I land on your property without clothes, you can feel them up and tell me I’m right.”

Joey keeps his bearded mouth shut. He loves a cat fight, and seeing Rachel feel up his wife would be a mainstay in the spank bank.

The game continues. People exchange clothes, and take more shots.

Phoebe wears Monica’s oversized hoodie and nothing else. Monica sits in a tank top and Ross’s slacks. Chandler is down to his boxer briefs which only emphasize how excited the game has made him. He’s not the only one distracted by his wife’s braless tits. Ross and Joey keep sneaking peeks at her nipples pressing up against the fabric.

Rachel lands on Chandler’s property. She has lots of available clothing to choose. Instead of giving Chandler a shirt or pants to wears, she reaches under her shirt and undoes her bra. She pulls it out through her sleeve and tosses it to Chandler. He checks out the tag and then places one bra cup on his head like a hat.

Joey and Ross collude. They make trades to give themselves Monopolies. Houses start going up. The two men have had way more alcohol than the rest at this point. They’re ready to make someone get naked and pay another way.

Phoebe loses the hoodie. The group cheers as she performs the strip. She stands before them completely naked and completely comfortable and confident. Fit, sexy and colored in colorful tattoos. She asks Chandler, “Is this what you imagined?”

Chandler looks at his wife before answering, “No. I only have eyes for my wife. I imagined you smooth like a Barbie doll.”

Monica rolls her eyes, “I catch you checking out her ass all the time. You’re a horrible liar.”

Dice are rolled. Clothes exchanged.

Then Chandler lands on a Ross property with a house.

Ross says, “Give me back my wife’s bra, you horny pervert.” He catches it out of the air when Chandler whips it across the fire. “Now give me those boxer briefs. Don’t worry I’m not going to sniff them.”

Chandler stands up. Even the copious amount of amber courage can’t hide his nervousness. Five people stare at him, waiting to see his dick.

Ross curious.

Joey ready to humiliate.

Phoebe smirking.

Rachel eager.

Monica proudly sits back, “Show em, babe.”

With encouragement from his wife, he pushes down his boxer briefs, picks them up and tosses them over the fire. He doesn’t sit down right away. Hands on his hips like Superman, he rotates to make sure everyone gets a look. A thick dark cock hangs between his pale thighs. Anymore excitement from the ladies and it will stand up. Right now it is full and heavy. It looks like it’s weighing the smallest man at the fire down like an anchor.

Monica slaps his ass gently, “Enough showing off, babe. We got a game to play.”

He sits down in his chair.

Phoebe raises her eyebrows to Monica, who winks in reply. Rachel has to compose herself after staring for so long. It’s not proper to have those thoughts about your husband’s best friend, even though her husband is having those same thoughts.

Ross thinks about what it would feel like in his hand. Maybe Chandler could jerk him off while they watched porn. It wouldn’t be gay.

Joey is the only one who speaks, “It good for you ladies to get some reference so you can see how big my dick really is in comparison.”

Too insecure to compliment, Joey is jealous of the attention silent Chandler is getting. It’s obvious Chandler has a big fat cock the women are drooling over. This is Joey’s nightmare—being upstaged. He wants the game to be about him. Even though Chandler didn’t do anything, Joey takes this as a personal attack. His mind clicks—he needs to humiliate Chandler now.

Joey’s attention turns to the pretty brunette sitting next to Chandler. His curvy wife whose big pale tits are almost spilling out of a tank top. What better way to humiliate Chandler than fucking his wife in front of him. He has a goal. He formulates a plan.

Phoebe rolls. “Now the fun starts.”