The aftermath of round one

Rachel dismounted me, and lays on my right. My own wife, Monica, drapes the left side of my body. I wrap my arm around her, and feel the sticky cum that Ross splattered on her back.

A chorus of panting and loud breathing fills the room. Nobody has recovered enough to talk. Small moisture of sweat dots Rachel’s toned stomach. I have the urge to lick it off her. My own hair is damp with sweat, but it probably looks neat compare to Phoebe’s. Sweat plastered her black hair to her face. She’s breathing so hard, her tattoo looks like it’s swirling with the movement of her chest and abdomen.

Joey leans back on pillows packed against the headboard. He rests his hands on his abundant stomach. Has shrunk to half the size it was at its peak. I watch as it creeps up his large ballsack, inching closer to his mass of pubic hair.

Ross rolls himself off the bed, and stands up. He places one leg up on the bed. He groans as he stretches. His erection is gone, and his long cock dangles between his legs. His muscled body gleams in sweat. Monica doesn’t try to hide that she’s watching his show.

Rachel breaks the silence first, “Oh my god! I can’t believe we just did. That was wild. I just swallowed the best man in my wedding’s semen.”

Everyone replies at once. We’re all so excited, and drunk on dopamine and copious amounts of whiskey.

“How was it experiencing another man inside you that wasn’t Ross?”

“I can still taste Monica’s ass on my tongue!”

“That was a fucking porn. I wish we filmed it!”

“I hope I wasn’t too selfish but I don’t think anyone got left out.”

“…From both ends…”

“…his nose in my pussy…”

“…all the way down her throat.”

“…kept smacking my ass, and I wanted it even more.”

“…going from the long to the thick…mmmm”

“…so fucking beautiful. How lucky are we?”

“Do you need a towel?”

“Who has mouth wash?”

“I should go pee.”

“Who wants to make me a sandwich?”

Individuals start to get up, and leave the room. Come back in. Get drinks, get food. I lay on the bed, unmoving.

Then Phoebe picks up my cock, and it slaps back down on my stomach. She exclaims, “How are you still this hard Chandler?”

“I told you it was my superpower when we were speed dating,” I say smiling at her. “I’m ready for round two whenever you are.”

She glances around the room, no one is paying attention. She asks, “How long do you think we can fuck before anyone notices?”