She has

Monica giggles at the question, and answers, “I have.” She sees the shock on Phoebe’s face and continues, “I don’t advertise it, but I can be a bit of a slut.”

“Does Chandler know?” Phoebe asks.

“That I’m a slut? Of course he does,” Monica replies. “But he doesn’t know that me and my best friend experimented one night in college.”

Phoebe returns her hand between Monica’s thighs. She says, “Lay back and tell me about it.”

Monica leans back onto the couch, and Phoebe starts kissing on her neck as she talks.

“This was when we were in college. We drank a lot one night, and ended up back in her dorm room. She let me borrow some clothes to sleep in. I stripped off my party dress, not thinking anything off it. But I guess it was the first time she had seen me naked. She commented on my nipples, saying she wished hers looked like mine. Then she took her top off and compared nipples. Hers were transparent and the same color as the rest of her skin. I tried to make her feel better and say that her boobs were huge compared to mine.”

During the talk about nipple comparing, Phoebe sensually sucked my wife’s tits as she listened. Then kissed down my wife’s stomach as the story continued.

“So we get into her twin sized dorm bed, and were talking. And my hand hits up against her huge boob, so I playfully squeeze it. She squeezed my boobs back. And we teased each other. And we were just playing around, and all of a sudden: we’re kissing. And my tongue is brushing her tongue, and it’s my first time kissing a girl. And I just go with it.”

Phoebe’s head is between Monica’s spread thighs. Through occasionally moans and sighs, my wife continues her story.

“I make the first move. I tell her to feel how wet I’ve gotten. I took her hand and brought it to me. Ahhhh. Her fingertip so gently entered me. My god. I knew we couldn’t stop then. While making out, she fingered me to orgasm. An accomplishment that no one besides myself had achieved at that point. Definitely not any of my high school or college freshmen boyfriends. Oooooh. It felt so good. I wanted to return the favor. I decided to jump off the deep end. Oh fuck. I crawled under the blanket, and pulled off her panties. I still remember the heat and the smell from under the covers. It was dark and I couldn’t see. I used my tongue and fingers to discover her. She guided me through moans. I licked and fingered her until she came.”

Monica’s breathing increases and she gets closer to climax. Phoebe vigorously licks and fingers her.

“I remember coming up from the darkness. My friend held me close and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. We never did anything sexual again. She was my maid of honor at my wedding. We never talk about how we each made each other come for the first time.”

She stops talking, and loses herself in orgasmic pleasure. She vibrates and curls her body away from Phoebe’s eager tongue. Phoebe pulls her head up. She asks my still-out-of-breath wife, “Would you like to return the favor? Or would you like one of them to do it?” She gestures toward me and Rachel. She knew she had an audience the entire time.