The clean up

Monica yells, “Okay that’s enough!” She pulls a strand of hair out of Ross’s mouth. She scoots her naked body off the bed. Her corset and red panties lay somewhere in the room after they were tossed off in the heat of passion. She says, “That was fun but I need to shower. This cum in my hair is grossing me out, knowing that little sperm is swimming around in it.”

She leaves the room. Ross chastises Joey, “You were suppose to ask if she wanted a facial. You weren’t just suppose to blow all over her face.”

Joey groans, his bearded face muffled by a pillow, “Phoebe can you please tell your bitch to shut up. My head is spinning right now, and I’m trying not to throw up all the whiskey we just chugged.”

Rubbing her husband’s lower back, Phoebe says, “Cut it out. We all just had a good time. Let’s just enjoy it. Take a note from Chandler and Rachel. They’re just chilling with no drama.”

With all the eyes turning to us, I finally pull out of Rachel, and stand up. I already miss her embrace. She rolls over on her stomach to face the group. She raises her stocking clad feet in the air behind her. She says, “I agree. We need to be celebrating a successful orgy.”

“Yeah we need a bottle of champagne to pop to celebrate Rachel doubling her dick count,” Phoebe says sliding unto the floor. She slips off her tattered fishnet bodystocking. She picks it up from the floor and tosses it in the trash.

“Only doubled?” Ross asks. “Didn’t she have sex with Joey?”

“She only sucked my dick,” grumbles Joey.

Rachel says, “You weren’t complaining while I was doing it. In fact you told me it felt better than any pussy you had ever been in.”

I stare at Rachel’s tight ass as she kicks her feet in the air. Fuck she looks good. My desire isn’t hidden.

Phoebe sees me staring, and says, “Damn, it looks like Chandler wants to go again.”

Rachel looks back over her freckled shoulder at me. She bites her lip, “Oh my. You’re still hard.”

I nod, “Do you want to go again?”