The Master Bedroom

Phoebe recommends, “Let’s do this inside. It will be way more comfortable, and will give us a lot more options. I don’t want to accidentally get a pine cone up my ass.”

Ross laughs, “Yeah you want something else up your ass.”

Monica agrees with Phoebe, “That’s a good idea. The guys can clean up out here, and us ladies can go inside and freshen up first.”

Rachel says, “That is a great idea. Maybe slip into something a little sexier as well?”

The women all go up to the house giggling like children, leaving us to clean up. We pick up trash, and put up chairs.

Ross says, “I can’t believe we’re going to do this. I know at first I was hesitant but now I’m all in. Your wives convinced me. They are so fucking sexy. I’m excited to fuck a girl again who has some jiggle in her ass.”

Joey jokes, “Don’t worry. We’ll appreciate Rachel’s perfect body for you. But I get it, even eating the best meal everyday will get old, you gotta have some variety. And these women have some variety. Rachel and Monica have such different body types. I’m excited to see how they feel under me.”

I say, “This is going to be a fun night. And I hope this doesn’t break the mood, but do we need condoms?”

Ross says, “Unfortunately Rachel can’t have anymore kids, so you can come in her as much as you want.”

Joey replies, “Phoebe is on the pill. She despises condoms. Which is probably why we got pregnant before the wedding.”

I know that Monica is not on any type of birth control. I don’t want to be the one forcing everyone to wear a condom. I say, “Monica is not on birth control. So no coming in her, and after you come, don't put it back in her until after you piss.”

Ross says, “Yeah I really don’t want to go on daytime tv to find out who the father is. Do you have a problem with me coming on her face?”

“I don’t,” I reply. “You’ll have to ask her if it’s cool though.”

We finish cleaning up, and put out the fire. We gather around to take one last shot. Joey gives a toast, “Here’s to having our wives’ faces covered in our friends’ cum.”

We drain the shots and go inside. Soft music floats from the master bedroom. Colored sheets dim the lamp lights, and burning candles flicker shadows across the wall. I’m stunned when I see the ladies.