Rachel *Get ready to choose: 2 options per chapter*

Joey walks around the fire in victory, his large cock swinging in front of him as he walks, swaying like a skyscraper in the wind. “Hmmm. Who should the lucky wife be tonight?”

Fuck he’s going to milk this out.

He walks behind my wife, and loudly smacks her ass. She jumps in surprise, and turns and slaps him on the arm. He smiles, “A fat ass, and feisty. We could have a lot of fun tonight Monica. Have you ever had a dick this big?”

Monica glances at me, then answers, “Yes. It was a one night stand.”

Joey grins, “Oh fuck. I bet you think about that one night stand all the time. You want to experience a huge dick again.”

“No comment,” Monica says. Fuck. My wife definitely wants his large cock inside her. Her brown eyes keep flicking to it, catching discrete looks.

Joey walks around the fire to Rachel who has returned to her chair. She’s already put her black shirt back on. Her tits sag low in it without her bar for support. He wags his dick in front of her face. He asks, “What about you, Mrs. Ross? Have you ever had a dick this big?”

She looks away, “No.”

I can see Ross getting irritated that his best friend is swinging his dick in front of his wife’s face. Phoebe reaches up and places a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

Joey continues, “Ooo. You’ll feel like a virgin again. Some discomfort at first, but then you’ll love it. And you’ll start to crave it. I might ruin you as a wife. You may not want Ross’s dick again.” He’s flaunting his massive cock, and teasing us and our wives at the same time. Fuck. Why did we give him this power?

“Are you going to pick yet?” Phoebe asks, trying to relieve the tension.

Joey says, “I choose Rachel. She’s got a great body, and I can’t pass up the opportunity to give her the biggest cock of her life.”

Relief floods through me knowing that he isn’t going to fuck my wife with his massive cock. Then jealousy creeps in. I wanted to fuck Rachel, and now Joey’s disgusting body is going suffocate her perfect physique.

“No,” Rachel says. Joey stares at her in disbelief. “I’m not going to have sex with you.”

“What? You have to! You agreed to this!” Joey says, he turns to the group to see if they have his back in this argument. I don’t think he does it on purpose, but as he turns his cock slaps Rachel in the face.

She cries out in surprise. Ross leaps across the fire, and tackles Joey knocking him to the ground. They start grappling on the ground—pant-less. Their erect cocks hit each other more than their fists do.

Phoebe yells for them to stop! Monica tells me to do something! In this chaos, I become extremely aware that I am half naked. I take the time to pull my underwear back on. By the time I get to Joey and Ross, they are entangled and exhausted. They are in a stalemate and have stopped moving. Ross has his arms wrapped around Joey’s neck, ready to **** him. Joey has Ross’s balls stretched out in his hand.

I say, “Alright. Let’s stop before someone gets really hurt.”

“Get off me or I’ll rip them off,” Joey growls.

Ross loosens his arms, and Joey releases his grip. They roll apart from each other. Do I see the shining of pre-cum on the tip of Ross’s rock hard cock? He stands up and walks over to his wife. Joey lays panting on the ground, his cock visibly shrinking against his body.

Rachel stands up. She has a body lip from the cock smack. Ross’s body is covered in scrapes from the gravelly ground. She says, “We’re going to bed. If either of us were sober enough, we’d drive home tonight, but since you are not we hope you’ll respect our request not to see anyone else the rest of the night.”

Phoebe apologizes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would turn into this. My husband is an asshole.”

Ross and Rachel pick up their clothes and walk back to the cabin. Joey sits up. His hair and beard are disheveled. Red shines under his eye: Ross must have gotten in one good hit. He looks at Monica, “Well that was interesting. Looks like I choose you.”