Rachel Quest: Make Love in the Moonlight

I’ll be honest. I haven’t seen many penises. There was my boyfriend in high school, three guys in college—one handjob, one blowjob and one long term boyfriend I thought I was going to marry, but then dumped me before graduation—and my husband. I thought I knew the range of penises. My long term college boyfriend was even uncircumcised, which I thought was exotic, when I put my tongue into his foreskin. I did not know penises could be this thick.

Chandler sat in his chair with a penis as thick as my forearm hanging between his legs. He wasn’t cocky about it. When he pulls his boxers off, he was even shaking like it would be small.

I purposely don’t want to look at Ross. I’m really trying not to compare their penises but it’s impossible. My eyes just keep looking at it. No way it’s real. I have the strong urge to touch it.

That’s how I know I’m drunk.

I’m way too horny.

Horny enough to even have sex with my husband who I just told that I wanted to divorce. I assume we’ll have sex again, even if it is farewell sex. But I don’t want it to happen tonight.

There’s only one person I want tonight. And he’s naked and in front of me. Only the blazing fire between us is stopping me for jumping in his lap. And his scary wife.

Monica looks at me at smiles like she knows what I’m thinking. Of course you want Chandler and his fat cock, but he’s mine. I’m the one who told a cute story about my husband, while you all complained about your spouses. No way my husband is leaving me.

But way her husband is looking at me tells a different story. His blue eyes keep catching mine. They don’t automatically look away.

Phoebe lands on his property. She breaks our intimate stare, “I don’t have any clothes to give you. What do you want instead?”

Chandler looks to her, and her petite naked body. “I’d like to see your tattoos up close. I didn’t know you had any.”

Phoebe struts over to him. Grabs his wrists. She takes him finger and slowly, seductively traces it up her body, starting at her thigh and ending just at the cup of her big perky breast. She looks at Chandler, “You could’ve asked for anything and I would’ve given it to you.”

She brings his finger up to her mouth and sucks on it. I literally see his dick grow while she does this.

“I’ll remember that for next time,” he says. He watches her plump ass as she walks away.

I wish I had a booty like that. I can only get my small butt toned. All the promoted workouts are lies. They haven’t given me a bigger butt.

Once Phoebe sits, Chandler looks back to me. It warms my heart.

Ross leans over and whispers loudly, “You’re right. Her tits are so fake.”

“Thank you, but you should’ve said it earlier. Defended your wife.”

“You’re not my wife anymore.”

That stung.

I know I was the one leaving, but we weren’t divorced yet. I was still his wife. He should have cared. Fine. If I wasn’t his wife, I would act single. Let the flirting begin.

Chandler landed on my property.

Fuck me until I scream.

I stop myself. I can’t say that so soon. I can be too eager. I took a shot to calm myself. (It would do the opposite once it entered my bloodstream).

His grey blue eyes look at me while he asks sincerely, “What can I do to please you?”

“Just a kiss.”

He stood up and walked around the fire, his dick swinging. Girl, do not look at his dick. Concentrate! I stand up to meet him.

He reaches around and grabs my butt. Pulls me close to him. I react without thinking. I grab his dick. It’s like squeezing a Diet Coke made of play dough. He kisses me deeply. When he opens his mouth, I shoot my tongue inside. He squeezes my ass harder then gives me a little smack. I let go of his dick and hope his wife didn’t see.

He turns around and I see the cutest butt. I slap it instinctively. “Thank you soldier.”

I walk back to my seat mortified. Did I really just say that? I know getting drunk makes me horny but does it also make me an idiot?

When I sit back down, Ross says, “You want to fuck my best friend huh?”

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but I look him right in the face and say, “You want to fuck your best friend.”

That shuts him up.

More shots. More clothes exchange.

I’m down to Chandler’s white tee, pajama pants and undies. I’m so close to going broke. There’s no way I’m going to win. Luckily Monica loses her shirt first.

Down to a tight tank top and panties, Monica chooses to take off her top and hand it to Joey. The big man looks like a bear wanting to devour the curvy brunette. She has really nice boobs, even my gay husband checks them out. Chandler can’t look away from them. I watch his cock stand up.

It gets fuller and rises from his body. Bulging veins stand out on the rigid staff. My tongue dances in my mouth, tracing them on my teeth.

I’m way too horny.

With everyone’s attention on Monica, I slip a finger into my undies. Touch myself. Feel my wetness, send a vibration of pleasure up my clit. Think of what that cock would do to me.

I slip my fingers out before it’s my turn. I roll, my arousal glistening on the die. I land on Chandler’s property. I owe him some clothes.

And a show.

I stand up to take off his shirt. I hold the bottom and make sure his eyes are on me before I lift it over my head. I twirl it and toss it at him. I miss and it lands between him and Monica. His look of awe and pure lust sends a thrill of excitement through me.

It’s one thing to get messages that you’re pretty/sexy/fucking hot/Save on toilet paper, I’d clean your ass clean every time, and it’s another thing entirely to see those same comments in a man’s eyes.

Chandler looks at me like I’m a goddess. Not just any goddess: the Goddess of Beauty, the Goddess of Lust, the goddess whose name you call out when your toes curl in orgasm. I’ve never felt hotter as he stares at my tits. It’s all the attention I need. A man reciprocating the same attitude I have toward him.

We both want to be alone together, naked together, and panting each other’s names together.

There’s only one problem. We’re both still married. To other people.

A gay controlling husband and a controlling loving wife.