Rachel

I hold Phoebe up against the door. I whisper, “Is that who I think it is?”

Phoebe takes her hand off my back and waves across the room, “Hey Rachel, sorry, we’ll keep it down.”

I stay still, keeping my cock inside of Phoebe. I don’t want to make eye contact with Rachel. I feel like I betrayed her. I was definitely going to pick her for the contest and she knew that.

Rachel says, “Are you going to say ‘Sorry’ as well Chandler?”

Holding onto Phoebe, I spin around. I look over her shoulder to see the pretty strawberry blonde in her pajamas, looking pissed as hell. “Sorry. We’ll take it to a bedroom, and we’ll be more considerate.”

Rachel huffs, “You can’t even take your dick out of her to apologize.”

“Spin around,” Phoebe tells me. Once she’s facing Rachel again, she says, “It’s my fault. I have my legs locked. He’s basically trapped inside me.”

I can hear Rachel’s eyes roll. She starts ranting about how inconsiderate we are, how we should respect others, about how we’re ruining her one night of sleep without kids. We should be ashamed of how we’re acting.

While she’s ranting, Phoebe whispers in my ear, “She can’t stop glancing at your ass. Flex it real quick.”

I flex my ass, and it causes Rachel to stutter during her rant. Phoebe giggles. That pisses Rachel off even more. “This isn’t funny! Your husband basically assaulted me, and not you’re flaunting your infidelity and waking the whole house.”

Phoebe snaps back, “Hush! Stop trying to act like you’re better than this. You wanted Chandler at the campfire. You’re just mad that he’s inside me right now and not you.”

“I am not. I’m a loyal wife.”

Phoebe laughs, “A loyal wife to a husband who is passed out drunk. So drunk that an airhorn couldn’t wake up. You’re angry that we’re having fun while you have to lay next to a snoring drunk.”

“He doesn’t snore,” Rachel says softly.

My legs and arms strain from holding Phoebe. I turn us to walk us to the couch. The angry Rachel has morphed into a crying Rachel. I whisper in Phoebe’s ear, “You made her cry!”

“I didn’t mean to. Go comfort her,” Phoebe says as I lay her nude body on the couch. My cock pulls out of her tight pussy. It glistens with her wetness. I felt awkward walking to Rachel with a throbbing erection, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

I hesitantly touch her shoulder. She immediately wraps her arms around me in a hug and buries her face. “I’m sorry. I am jealous.”

Her tears smear on my chest. I wrap my own arms around her and hold her. I keep my hips jutted out, so my hard cock doesn’t press into her. I put my lips to her ear, and try to comfort her, “It’s alright. Tonight has been a rollercoaster. Don’t tell anyone, but I was definitely going to pick you.”

She picks her face up from my chest. Her bloodshot eyes look at me, “You were?”

I nod, “I was.”

“I feel like a horrible wife, because I still want to do it.”

From the couch Phoebe speaks up, “You are. Now go back to bed to your husband. Chandler and I have to continue the fun.”

She’s definitely jealous of the intimacy I’m sharing with Rachel. She’s worried her night with me is in jeopardy. With a few words Rachel could easily steal me away. While Phoebe is a fireball, this tall gorgeous woman is still the one I want.

I say to Rachel, “I’d still choose you if you wanted.”

“What the fuck,” Phoebe mumbles.

Rachel smirks at her reaction. She looks at me, and decides whether she should choose me, even though her husband is sleeping in the next room.