Sarcastically to his chagrin

“For sure,” Ross says. “If you really want to fuck Chandler, go for it. I know for sure you don’t want or like it hard.”

He thinks this is all a joke. That he gets to fuck my wife that hard with no consequences. He’s in for a surprise.

Rachel smiles deviously, “I don’t think you know your wife as well as you do. I’ve actually been **** to be fucked hard. You just have no control when you’re drunk. You don’t consider my pleasure. But thank you for agreeing. You have to watch the entire time, just like I did.”

Rachel pulls down my pants, spring free my throbbing erection for her husband to see. I can only imagine his mouth just went dry because I can see his throat gulp. He wasn’t expecting the size of my cock. His wife’s hand grips me firmly, making sure he gets a good look. She makes sure he realizes his mistake.

He immediately tries to backtrack, searching for excuses why she shouldn’t fuck me. “Holy hell! He’s as thick as your forearm! No way that can fit in you. It’ll tear you apart.”

Her thumb strokes me as she replies, “He’s hasn’t yet, but he hasn’t really fucked me hard yet. Monica can handle it. Why can’t I?”

“She’s twice your size. You’re a twig. You’ll snap in half,” Ross is totally sober and has post-cum clarity. He does not want me to fuck his wife.

It makes me want to fuck her even more.

I feel so confident and big in Rachel’s hand. Seeing my wife get fucked got me throbbing. Seeing her husband begging had got me raging. I say, “You’re wife wants it hard. Let me show you how it’s done. You should grab a pen to take notes.”

Ross looks like he’s about to punch me. Monica touches his shoulder and settles him by saying, “You did get to fuck me really hard. It’s only fair. Besides my husband won’t hurt her. And it seems like Rachel really wants it.”

She shouldn’t have added that last line. That frustrates Ross even more: that his wife would want anybody but him.

Rachel teases her husband even more, “I’ll let you choose how we start. Do you want to see him stretch my mouth? Spread my legs wide and pound me into oblivion? Bend me over and rail my fragile body? Or do you want to see me squirm when he has his head plowed between my legs?”