Who cares. Tell him to get the fuck out

Joey stands in the kitchen staring at us. It’s obvious what’s going on. My wife’s legs are kicked up on a table with Ross’s face attached to her pussy. Rachel kneels in front of me.

I say, “Best you just go to your bedroom, and forget what you saw.”

He stands there. He definitely wants in. He’s just thinking about the best way to go about it. We don’t get to have fun without him.

Then my wife screams at the top of her lungs, “GET THE FUCK OUT! LEAVE RIGHT NOW MOTHERFUCKER BEFORE I FUCKING CASTRATE YOU!”

Holy fuck. My wife does not like her orgasm interrupted. Joey scurries away. Not even just to the living room where he could still watch, but all the way to his bedroom where Phoebe is. My angry wife has thoroughly scared him.

“Oh my god. What an asshole,” Monica sighs. “Sorry about that. Keep going Ross. You’re fucking amazing. Best I’ve ever had for sure. Not fuckhead was not stopping this.”

Ross continues his cunnilingus. Maybe even more enthusiastically now that he heard my wife prefers his tongue and technique to mine.

Rachel must know what I’m thinking because she whispers up at me, “Don’t worry. You’re about to get the best head of your life too.”

She winks and pulls down my pants. My cock stands rigid and unmoving. Her tongue quickly licks up the drop of precum on my tip. She smiles at the taste. Each of her hands grip my sensitive thighs. She runs the tip of her nose up the length of my shaft. “You are really thick. Like at the contest you were big, but up close you seriously cover half my face.”

She wets her lips, “I think I’m going to challenge myself and suck you without using my hands.”

She starts by only using her tongue. Licking up every angle of my shaft then swirling around my cock head. Finally her soft lips envelope me, and her mouth creates the most intense suction I’ve ever felt. She barely sucks past my tip, but the vacuum is incredible. I moan as I watch her cheeks concave in her face. Goddamn, I groan, “You’re a good cocksucker.”

Her lips pop off my cock. “Thank you. I’ve practiced a lot. Just never on anyone this girthy.”

She switches up her technique. She sucks me long and deep. Slowly sucking her lips down to the base of my cock. Holding me in her throat. Slowly sucking her lips up and off me. Then gasping for breath. Repeat. She deepthroats me slowly over and over. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Giving me maximum pleasure without making me come.

She doesn’t want my cum yet.

I’m vocal with praise, making sure my wife can hear me over her own moans. “You’re so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth. Monica can never get the whole thing down. She gags when I **** myself to the back of her throat. You’re fucking perfect. The best head I’ve ever had.”

After my wife has orgasmed once, she pays attention to what I’m saying. I heard her tell Ross, “Get up. It’s my turn now.”

He changing places with my wife. His impossibly long pale cock stands up past his belly button. My wife puts her face against it and looks at me, “You’re taller than my face.”

There’s two options. I can watch my wife suck my best friend’s cock while she tries to make me jealous. Or I can forget about my wife and return the favor to Rachel and try to give her the best head of her life.