Under the stars

Rachel suggests, “Let’s do it outside.”

“Yes! Out by the lake,” Phoebe says. In their excitement, they both move and start collect items we’ll need out by the lake. They dart to the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, filling their arms until they both arrive at the back door, while I stand there dumbfounded.

I can’t think of anything but sex, and ask, “Do I need to bring condoms?”

Phoebe shrugs, “I’m on birth control. What about you Rachel?”

“You won’t need to wear a condom,” Rachel says.

Good news. I hope Joey wore a condom with Monica though.

I offer to help carry some stuff down to the lake. I look useless compared to these two women. Phoebe says, “Carry some wood. You’re building us a fire.”

They walk down to the lake in front of me. As I collect wood, I can hear their giggles echo back to me. They’re more excited about this threesome than me. I stumble down through the dark behind them using their voices as guidance. I find a fire pit near the pond and set up the logs.

Then I realize I don’t have a lighter. I run up back to the house. My eyes have adjusted to the dark so I don’t trip nearly as much. Instead of going inside and getting a lighter, I grab a shovel and scoop up a burning log and embers from our previous fire. I slowly, very slowly walk down to the lake, carrying a shovel full of hot wood.

The flaming shovel helps light my footing so I don’t trip. I still don’t know where to go though. I stop and listen for voices. I don’t hear anything but I start to see the flicker of candle light and walk toward that. I break through the trees to the shore of the lake.

A dozen candles flicker in a ring around a bunch of blankets laid out in the grass. Damn, the ladies have set up quite the spot. I toss my shovel full of embers onto the firepit and hope the logs I arranged catch fire.

I’m out of breath and sweating. I think that walk sobered me up. I say, “This is awesome. So romantic.”

“Thanks,” Rachel says. “The candles are citronella to keep away the bugs, and I think they’re really going to class up my first threesome.”

“You’re going to love it,” Phoebe says, sitting down on the blanket with a mason jar in her hand.

I have to ask, “What is that?”

“Just some peach infused moonshine that Ross told me to throw away when he saw it. In his view it wasn’t worry of being last around the fire tonight, but he’s asleep so fuck him. Let’s drink this, and get wild under the starts,” Phoebe says then takes a sip. “This is so good. We should’ve been passing this the whole night.”

She passes it to Rachel who raises it and takes a sip. I can no longer she her pale cleavage but she’s just so beautiful. She doesn’t even flinch drinking it. Just smiles and passes it to me. “It’s really good. Are you sure there’s **** in it?”

“It’ll have you feeling as good as it tastes,” Phoebe says, not really answering her question.

I grab the glass jar which is surprisingly cold. It must have been in the freezer. Slices of peaches bob as I tilt it to my mouth. And gulp. Once then twice. Whoa. So fucking smooth. No way that is moonshine. It’s probably Smirnoff or something she poured into a jar.

I pass it to Phoebe, then look up at the starry sky. “I can’t believe this is happening. Are you sure you two want to do this with me?”

“You trying to back out now?” Phoebe asks.

“No. You’re both just incredibly sexy, and you’re my best friends’ wives. Like I was a groomsman in both your weddings. Just seems crazy that this is reality.” If this is a dream, then talking about it will wake me up. Maybe I passed out and hit my head at the fire earlier tonight.

“Yeah,” agrees Rachel. “I thought I’d only be experiencing Ross’s skinny dick for the rest of my life, but tonight has gone so off the rails. And no offense to you Chandler, you’re a great guy and all, but not really someone I wanted to have sex with. Then once I saw how girthy your penis was, I just needed to see how it felt in me. Then Joey picked me and ruined everything. But now we’re back on track, I don’t mind having a threesome if it means I get to have your thickness inside me.”

Her long legs look so smooth as her calve slides over her skin.

Holy fuck. Rachel only wants to fuck me because of my dick. Which is sort of an insult, but it turns me on even more. Even though I had shortest penis, I was by far the thickest and that is what Rachel is craving enough to cheat on her husband and have her first threesome.

The mason jar makes it back to me before I can respond. I take another two big gulps. Totally smooth. Probably no ****. I lean back and look up at the stars. They’re so bright and beautiful. I don’t look up at the stars often enough. Little Dipper. Big Dipper. Constellations are popping out of the way.

Phoebe fills the silence, “He’s not the thickest I’ve seen. That honor belongs to this offensive lineman who I dated in college. But he’s definitely the thickest for his body size. It seriously looked like a tree sprouted from his legs.”

“Oh my god yess!” Rachel cheers loudly. They're just two girls gabbing at a slumber party. I’m just lucky enough to listen in. “I was expecting: small guy—small dick. Not small skinny guy—fattest penis I’ve ever seen!”

I look over at the beautiful women again. No way this is real. My friends’ wives talking about my cock. Rachel’s blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Tiny shorts that show off her incredible legs. A loose T-shirt that I can see the hint of a hard nipple. She’s not wearing a bra. Phoebe’s dark hair is also pulled back in a ponytail. She sits shirtless. The candlelight flash against her nipple piercings. Lighthouses on her perky tits drawing my attention. Her tattoo flows down the side of her bottom ending like a waterfall inside of her leggings.

Rachel looks at me, her cheeks bright red (maybe there is some **** content in this “moonshine”), “Can I tell you something?”

I nod. My heart is pounding.

“The size difference between you and your wife always threw me off. Like I didn’t know how it worked. Like it seemed like she would dominate you. Envelope you. Like you would be her bitch. But then when you pull down your boxers and I saw your penis….oh I knew the truth. You controlled her with that dick! You probably have her bent over and screaming with that dick nightly! Split her big body in half with that dick! You got a dick made to fuck! And I can’t wait to feel it in me.” Her hands press down on her shirt, showing off her incredible curves. Fuck I want to feel how soft those tits are.

Holy fuck, Rachel is drunk as fuck and rambling! She never talks like this! And all I can do is laugh uncontrollably to her rant. Fuck. I’m drunk as fuck too. The lights flicker strongly, dancing in the night. My skin gooses at the slight breeze. I turn and check on the fire. It blazes wildly and I almost can’t stop staring at it.

I ask Phoebe, “Where did you get this moonshine? I’m fucked up.”

“My friend Molly made it for me,” Phoebe winks and laughs. “Sorry that was a joke. This really wasn’t moonshine. If you’re feeling drunk, that’s probably just from the whiskey earlier. This jar had some MDMA, and you two have had quite a bit. I probably should have warned you. Oh well. This threesome is going to be fucking incredible.”

I now realize the familiar feeling of heightened senses. No, I’m not really drunk, but I am extremely fucked up. I take a deep breath. There could be much worse situations to be in. Might as well enjoy it. It will be the absolutely peak of sex. I need to plant my flag. I need to feel these women.

I ask, “Are you sexy ladies going to fuck me, or am I going to fuck you?”