Pussy

Rachel suggests, “Wanna see my boobs? I haven’t shown them off to multiple men at the same time since college.”

“I bet Joey wants to see my ass. He compliments it enough,” Monica says.

“Nah,” Joey says. “Let’s get wild. show us your pussies.”

The confidence drains from Rachel’s face. She thought she was drunk enough for this contest, and the potential of sleeping with another man, but she’s nowhere near drunk enough to show off her vagina. She doesn’t even like to pleasure herself while her husband watches. She voices her concern, “I don’t know about that.”

Phoebe is already thinking logistics, “So what do you mean? We take off our pants and walk bottomless around the fire, or do you want us to give you the detailed tour. You might need a refresher, Joey, it’s been a while since you’ve been down there.”

Monica laughs at Joey expense, “You don’t go down on your wife? I can’t think of anything more unattractive.” She wraps her arm around my shoulder, “My husband is very well acquainted with me down there.”

She doesn’t mention that my mouth has touched her pussy a lot more than my cock over the last year. My cock gave her pain, but my tongue gave her pleasure. She selfishly accepted that pleasure, but didn’t always reciprocate. There were more than a few nights, where my wife’s aroma filled my nose and her taste covered my tongue, where I had to jerk off next to her. Tonight was supposed to be different. She’s talked it up all week about how she was going to worship my cock this weekend. Now it seems she’s eager to sleep with one of my best friends.

I say, “Maybe this contest isn’t a good idea.”

My wife, who should be able to take the hint that I’m hesitant, says, “How about each lady does whatever she’s comfortable with? Rachel, do whatever you want to turn these men on. I’m sure even winking at him would get Chandler hard.”

Rachel looks appreciatively to my wife, “Thanks,” then her blue eyes connect with mine and she winks. And goddamn if my cock doesn’t twitch.

“I’ll go first,” Monica says. My wife is too eager to show off for my friends. It’s like this bourbon has been roofied to get her horny for other men.

She stands up from her chair. She keeps her hoodie on, and pushes down her pants, including her underwear. She steps out of them, and starts strutting around the fire like an obscene Winnie the Poo. Her thick white ass cheeks jiggle with each step. My friends’ eyes are glue to her crotch. She beams at the attention, and comments, “Luckily I shaved just for tonight.”

Ross licks his lips. Joey smacks my wife’s bare ass as she walks by. Finally she makes the turn around the fire and walks toward me. Her pussy is bare of hair. Her cameltoe is free to the night. She runs a finger between her slit and winks at me. My friends stare at her big ass. She sits down in the chair, pulling her hoodie low, and keeping her legs together. No more show.

Joey howls grabbing his dick through his pants, “Way to get it fucking started! That was hot as fuck. You’re thick as shit, girl.”

Monica blushes at the compliment, “Maybe if you win. You’ll get to see even more.”

Rachel slinks back in her chair after my wife’s boldness. I’m not sure if she’ll have the courage to go through with this.

Phoebe goes next.

The petite Asian wastes no time stripping totally nude: all it took was taking off her top and yoga pants, because she wasn’t wearing anything else. The firelight flickers across her small body, illuminating her many tattoos. Sliver bars gleam in her small dark nipples. Her perky tits barely jiggle as she sits down, making me think she might have implants. She spreads her legs wide, puts a hand between them, and shows us her pussy.

She has trimmed ink-black pubic hair, dark toned pussy lips, but a bubble gum pink interior. She spreads it for the group. Rachel doesn’t look, but my wife has no problem admiring Phoebe’s little pussy. And it is little. Perfectly ratio’d to her small body. I can’t comprehend how a baby can out of that. It had to have been a c-section.

Ross gasps, “Holy fuck. How does Joey not eat you out constantly? You look fuckin’ delicious.”

“He’s a fool,” Monica says. “Even I want a taste.”

Fuck. My wife is even horny for another woman. Does she want to fuck everybody but me? What the hell is going on?

My friends are enamored with Phoebe’s show. Their arms are buried in their pants. They stroke obvious erections. It makes me realize that my own cock is still soft. My confusion at my wife’s horniness has distracted me from the point of the show. I’m going to lose this contest because I’m the only one with a soft dick.

Phoebe finally closes her legs, but stays nude. She gestures at Rachel, “Your turn. Do whatever you’re comfortable with. You can flash your boobs like you suggested.”

I sit up straight and pay attention. If Rachel does flash us, I have to take a mental photograph. I never want to forget that image.

Rachel looks at the two men currently stroking, “You guys already look ready for the contest.” Then her blue eyes turn to me, “Are you ready for it yet?”

Those gorgeous blues freeze me. Monica reaches into my lap and squeezes my dick, and answers for me, “He needs some help.”

“Maybe I’ll give you some special attention,” Rachel says standing up. Her Medusa gaze never leaves me, but my eyes briefly disconnect to glance at her pale cleavage. She struts around the fire, confident in what she wants. She stands in front of me, asks, “Make sure I don’t fall.”

I hold her narrow waist as she threads her denim legs through the chair, and straddles me. Her tight ass rests on my thighs, my vision is obscured by her massive tits. God, she could ride the fuck out of me in this position while I sucked her tits.

She combs her fingers into my hair, then grips it. She tilts my face to look at her. She lowers her to mine. Our lips almost brush. She moves those sweet lips to my ear. Her cheek presses against mine. She whispers in my ear, so no one else can hear, “I’m only doing this contest because of you. I want you Chandler. I want you inside me. I want you to make me scream as I orgasm, over and over from your hard cock.” She lets out a sensual sigh in my ear.

She dismounts me with some help. My rock hard cock strains against my pants. I need to win. I need Rachel. I glance to my wife. Is that jealousy in her eyes? Is she mad that Rachel actually got me hard with a few sensual whispers?

Phoebe glances to my lap, “Alright, Chandler is good to go. Time to lower those pants. Time to measure.”