Tell her the truth

I tell my wife, “We were planning on sneaking through the living room, then sleeping together the rest of the night.” I put my arm around Rachel’s blanketed shoulder.

Monica asks, “Sleep together the rest of the night or fuck the rest of the night?”

Rachel answers for me, “A little of both. Depending how often your man can get hard.”

“Chandler never has a problem getting hard for me,” says Monica. “If you get to fuck my husband all night, do I get to do the same with yours?”

Ross is laid back on the couch, half-asleep and completely satisfied from his blowjob. Sex might be the last thing on his mind.

Rachel answers, “Go for it. But he’s never been able to come more than twice in a night. Even when he was younger.”

Monica glances at Ross’s softening dick, and knows that Rachel is probably telling the truth. She’s jealous of Rachel’s skinny and busty body. She’s pissed she’s stolen her man for the night. She looks at me with defeat in her eyes and says, “Fine. You can sleep with Rachel tonight if you want. I’ll sleep alone.”

She gets off the couch and storms to her room. This night has gotten out of control. I’ve watched my wife get railed by a massive cock, and then tease me while sucking my best friend’s long cock. And now she’s pissed at me!?

Rachel sighs, “Fuck.” She places a hand on my thigh and asks, “Do you still want to sleep with me tonight?”