Ross

Ross storms out of the house calling, “Where’s the bourbon? Rachel isn’t in the mood to fuck after all of that, and I need to get drunk.”

He’s focused on finding the bottle of liquor that he doesn’t realize the position Phoebe and I were in. We try to rearrange to look natural. Phoebe grabs her shirt from one of the chairs and puts it on. It was such a tease being in her tight little pussy so briefly. I’m hoping Ross leaves so we can continue.

Except Ross doesn’t leave, he grabs the bottle and sits down to pour himself a drink. He looks up, and asks, “Y'all want another?”

Phoebe sits back at the fire, and joins him. I glance back inside. The bathroom door is shut. Monica must still be showering. I have time for another drink. I sit down and Ross passes me a glass.

After his first sip, he asks Phoebe, “Why’d you put your shirt back on? I enjoyed looking at your tits.”

“My husband might not appreciate me hanging out topless with his two best friends,” Phoebe says, and then gives me a little smirk, knowing that her arousal is still wet on my cock.

“Don’t get me started on Joey,” Ross says. “He’s absolutely ruined this night. I might still knock him out. Where is he anyway?”

“Down at the lake or pond or whatever you want to call that,” Phoebe says. She takes a sip from her glass and asks, “Who would you have picked? Me or Monica?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’d get the leftovers. Apparently my seven and a half inches is the smallest dick here,” Ross says, clearly annoyed that the women decided on my girth over his length. “But I would’ve chosen my wife, I wouldn’t want anybody else touching her.”

“Psh,” Phoebe says, “you would have chosen Monica. I saw your mouth watering looking at her boobs.”

Ross finishes his glass in one big gulp. “Fine. I would’ve loved to tit-fuck Chandler’s wife. But I still didn’t like the idea of Rachel with someone else.”

“I bet Chandler would’ve been a gentleman with your wife,”Phoebe says. “He would ask to hold her hand, and then they would sit and watch as the rest of the group had wild sex.”

Ross pours himself another. Oh god, he’s going to get belligerent. He says, “Nah. I would’ve let her suck his dick. He’s deserves that at least.”

Oh fuck. The thought of Rachel sucking my cock makes me shift in my seat. Her strawberry blonde head bobbing up and down in my lap. I take another sip of the bourbon. A blowjob would be incredible right now. I’m too wound up, after the contest, and the tease of Phoebe’s pussy. I need to get off soon.

Maybe I should finish my drink and join my wife in the bedroom.

“If you would’ve chosen me, you could’ve put it in my ass,” Phoebe says.

Ross chokes and coughs out a spray of whiskey. The fire blazes briefly. “Holy shit. You’re wild. Good thing Chandler is here. If I drank alone with you, I’d definitely get myself in trouble.”

Phoebe reaches her hand over and squeezes my thigh. Yup. She’s definitely trouble if you’re alone with her. I stand up, and say, “I should probably get back to my wife.”

Ross stands up, “I just said not to leave her alone with me.” He picks up the bottle of bourbon. “I’m going to go find Joey, and try to apologize. But I’m warning you that he may have a black eye tomorrow, if he says anything else about my wife.”

He walks off into the darkness with a bottle in one hand.

I turn to go into the house. Phoebe grabs my hand. “Don’t go! We can finish what we started! I need you in me again! We can be quick. It won’t take me long.”

Fuck. Her pussy felt so good. I glance into the house. The bathroom is open and dark. Monica is probably waiting for me in lingerie.