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My eyes flick from Chandler’s bulging forearms to his fat cock. No wonder they’re so toned and veiny—every time he jerks off it’s a grip workout. My friend has always had a respectable body. Sports in college then manual labor when he couldn’t find a job with his ridiculous degree. Chandler was under-the-radar. The silent one of the group. But now that he was naked, all eyes were on him.

And that fat cock.

I take another glance at the plump mushroom head. Imagine my tongue licking on that limb and then look away. My wife is practically drooling. I tap the bottom of her jaw with my finger.

“Close your mouth dear. You look like a blowup doll.” Especially with all the filler in her lips.

Rachel’s face snaps to mine. I know she’s trying to glare, but her forehead can’t quite make the creases for that. Her blue eyes show her fierceness. The death stare that has always led to the greatest sex of our lives. A look I purposefully try to get.

Getting her angry at me is just foreplay.

After the story she told tonight, we’re about to have the hottest sex of our marriage. She’s going to be apologizing a lot for that. I’m thinking the only way I accept is to gain entrance to the one hole in her bottom that she calls an exit. Rachel has never let me fuck her tight little ass, but after this stunt tonight. It’s all but guaranteed.

Her angry eyes look into my lap. A smile explodes onto her face, “Oh dear. You have a dot of precum soaking through your nice grey slacks. Did seeing your best friend naked get you leaking in excitement?”

Oh that bitch. She wasn’t going to get it easy tonight.

I ignore her.

Phoebe rolls, “Shit. Whose property is that?”

I look at my cards which isn’t easy when you’re this drunk. “It’s mine.”

Phoebe’s dark eyes look up at me. Her nipple piercings flicker in the flames. “How can I pay you rent?”

Time to make my wife a little jealous.

“Come over here and let me feel your tits.”

Phoebe bounces over to me in excitement.

Two hands at the same time: I cup and squeeze her tits, use my thumbs to slightly twist her nipples. As Rachel suspected, no way a little Asian chick can have such big and perky natural tits. They look great on her. She must of had them done before she met Joey.

I’m not going to give Rachel the satisfaction of being right. I lie, “These are real and spectacular.”

Phoebe sticks her tongue out at Rachel, “I told you.”

She walks back to her chair. I check out her ass briefly and look over to the fire to Chandler who is locked in on that ass. I can see his dick moving at the sight. I have to look away before mine starts doing the same. These tight slacks leave nothing to the imagination if I start getting hard.

I roll. Land on Chandler’s property. I give him Phoebe’s leggings. It would be funny to see him in them. I’m curious what his ass would look like.

Before he can stretch them out to put them on Joey stops him, “No. Once someone’s naked, they can’t put clothes back on.”

Chandler asks, “Can I still pay rent with these pants?”

“Sure.”

No one contradicts Joey’s new rule. I guess everyone likes seeing the shadows the flames cast on Chandler’s naked body.

The last properties are purchased. Monica and Rachel get their own Monopolies without having to trade. These women are drunk. No way they’ll be about to do the shots to put houses on them.

Chandler lands on Rachel’s property. His leggings are already spent. He asks, “What can I do to stay in the game?”

I remember that look on Rachel. She used to give it to me when she was 22. “You could be a gentleman and take a shot for me so I can buy this house.”

“Nope,” Phoebe interrupts. “He can’t take the shot for you!”

“Fine. I’ll take the shot. And you can chase it with a kiss.”

My wife openly flirting with another man. Deliberately not looking at me. I might have to fight Chandler if he actually kisses my wife right now.

Rachel takes the shot and waves Chandler over to her side of the fire. I hate that I watch his dick swing. My wife grabs his cheeks with her hand and opens his mouth. She turns her face sideways and then spits the shot of whiskey in his mouth.

He coughs and chokes. The players erupt with laughter. Rachel can keep the house despite not swallowing the shot. Even though in our household, a blowjob isn’t over until she swallows.

She smacks his ass when he turns around, “Thanks doll.”

He jumps in surprise.

Why am I jealous that she smacked his ass?

I know why. I’ve known why for years. Just can’t say the answer aloud or even to myself.

More turns. More skin starts to show. Monica and Joey both sit shirtless. I don’t know whose breasts are bigger. I know whose are nicer.

Monica’s tits are big and full. Very aesthetically pleasing: not just fat girl tits. If she lost weight, it wouldn’t affect her breasts. She’d have a slimmer waist and the same size bust. Her nipples were mouthwatering though. Fuck me. Light brown like her freckles. Great ratio and shape. You know they’d feel soft and heavy in your hand. The only natural tits at the fire, and in my opinion were the best.

I complimented both her and Chandler on them. I was proud of my friend. I always thought he could do better than Monica. Now I was discovering she had some features that were very desirable. If she dressed better, she would be the hottest mom in the pickup line.

It was cute how Chandler couldn’t stop checking out his wife. I watched his dick stiffen until it was standing rigid up from his body. Thick as tree stump. I don’t know if I could get my tongue wide enough to lick up one side.

I glance at my wife, who also had her eyes on Chandler’s erection. One hand of hers had disappeared inside her leopard print pants. Was she touching herself?

She giggles and pulls her hand out of her pants. Her fingertips glistened. She casually wipes them on Chandler’s white tee that she’s still wearing before bending forward and grabbing the dice. She rolls.

She lands on a Chandler property.

“Here’s your shirt back.”

She peels off his white shirt. She’s topless. She tosses it across the fire. “I already miss the smell.”

Chandler’s jaw is dropped. His eyes are huge. He can’t take them off my wife and her bare tits.

I’ve seen them thousands of times. Paid for them actually. They were better at 22. Then she lost weight, had two kids, they were never the same. I got her upgrades, which is was Chandler is drooling over.

I agree they look good. Big and almost natural looking on her skinny body. Pale pink nipples. But I always compare them to my memory of her younger tits. God, how I wish I saved the pictures I had on my phone. Now those tits would actually be worth a subscription. These tits were an (expensive) cheap imitation.

Joey nudged me, “Nobody’s arguing if those are real. But I don’t think Chandler cares, he looks like he’ll do anything to get with your wife.”

Now there’s an idea: would Chandler have sex with me to fuck my wife. It’s not gay if it’s a threesome.

My wife looks like she is down to fuck Chandler. The only obstacle would be Monica. I just have to get her approval, or get her distracted for the night.