Breakfast

I wake up with my wife’s pussy crusted on my cock. We fell asleep naked together. The full skin contact of our cuddle have created an intimacy we’ve missed over the last year. Monica rolls over to face me. I wrap my arms around her soft body. She presses her face into my chest and I nuzzle my nose into her thick dark brown hair.

There’s no hangover. I’m in total bliss with my wife in my arms. This is what I’ve been craving for the last year. I just hope last night wasn’t an abnormality. I hope it’s the start of our sex lives again. We used to have so much wild sex before the kids. I squeeze my wife and pray that the fire we started last night keeps burning.

The door to our room slams open. Joey’s voice booms, “GOOD MORNING!” The floorboards creak when he takes a few steps in the room. “Damn it smells like sex in here!”

Monica buries her face in my chest and pulls the blanket up over her head. “You need to knock,” she groans.

I turn and look at him. He smiles mischievously as he tiptoes to the bed. He reaches down and grabs the end of the blanket.

I say, “Don’t do that. We’re both naked.”

He grins wider, “Now I want to do it even more.”

“What do you want?”

Still gripping the blanket like he might pull it off our naked bodies, he says, “Breakfast is served. We’re all waiting for you.”

“We’ll be out in a minute,” I say, then yell, “Phoebe, GET YOUR HUSBAND OUT OF HERE BEFORE WE KILL HIM!”

Phoebe responds from the other room, “Babe! Get the hell out of their room. You were just suppose to knock and ask if they wanted to join us.”

“I’m coming babe,” he says over his shoulder. He turns back and grins at me, “Hurry up! It’s going to get cold!”

He yanks the blanket as hard as he can. He pulls it down and off our naked bodies, turning and running out the door with it. My wife and I cuddle naked on the bed with the door open.

Monica growls, “Oh my god! You’re such an ass.”

I get up off the bed, and quickly hurry to shut the door. My naked body only fills the open frame a moment before I shut the door. But in that brief moment, Rachel sees me. Her eyes widen with surprise, and the door closes.

I call through the door, “SORRY! I didn’t mean you flash you!”

“Who are you talking to?” Monica asks sitting up in bed. She looks incredible in the morning light. Her pale freckled tits make my dick want to stand up.

“Rachel. She happened to be walking by,” I answer, unable to take my eyes off my wife. I wonder if she’d be down for a quickie—hot fast morning sex before breakfast.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Monica blushes. “We are not doing it while your friends wait for us!” She gets off the bed and starts dressing. Underwear, black leggings, and a hoodie. “Rachel is probably so embarrassed she saw you. Try not to make a big deal about it.”

“I won’t,” I say, amazed that my wife isn’t going to wear a bra around my friends. She pulls her hair into a messy bun, and puts on her glasses. “You look incredible.”

She smiles at me, then glances at my dick, “Stop getting excited! I said no.”

I stuff my chubby cock into my underwear, then throw on sweats and a T-shirt. Monica hits the bathroom first, then I follow with toothbrushes. We need a shower but there’s no time.

We walk into the kitchen holding hands.

Phoebe says, “You guys were up late last night. I figured we’d let you sleep in.”

“We were all up late,” Monica says.

“That’s true, but according to the moaning through the walls you were the most active,” Joey says. He doesn’t take his eyes off my wife. He’s trying to embarrass her, but she’s not having it.

Monica replies, “I apologize if I got a little loud. It’s just been a while since we’ve been in a house without kids. We let loose a little.”

“Good for you,” Ross says. “You don’t need to apologize to me. I don’t remember hearing anything.”

Rachel rolls her eyes, “That’s because you decided it would be a fun idea to take a shot for every girl Chandler has been with.”

“I didn’t think it would be that many,” Ross says.

Rachel’s blue eyes glance at me, “You severely underestimated Chandler.”

Is she referring to me naked?

Monica says, “Can we get it all out there? The stories last night were wild. You must have gonna that pent up sexual energy out as well.”

“Last night was so hot,” Joey says. “I almost started jerking off while you were talking.”

Phoebe says, “Good thing I stopped you. But I loved last night. I learned so much more about everybody.”

“I’m not gonna lie,” Rachel says, “I’m embarrassed I told you about my professor.”

“What was it again? My memory is hazy,” Joey says. The grin on his face confirms that he remembers and just wants her to say again that she loves giving head.

She blushes in the sober light of morning, “I’m definitely not talking about that again. I said way too much last night.”

“Stop trying to embarrass her,” Phoebe says to her husband.

“I can’t believe I said I had a fantasy involving Joey. He’s never going to let me forget,” Monica says.

Ross says, “What’s this about fantasies? I really don’t remember anything past Chandler’s list.”

“Should we tell him?” Monica asks.

“Please don’t,” Rachel says.

Her husband turns to her, “Now I’m curious what you’re so ashamed of. What was your fantasy?”

“I can tell you on the ride home,” Rachel says.

“She wants to suck Chandler and mine’s dicks,” Joey says. “She thinks it would be hot to blow us while you watched and jerked off.”

Ross’s eyes widen in surprise, “You told them that? I told you that fantasy in private.”

“Wait!” Phoebe stands up. “That’s your fantasy!? You wanna see your wife blow your friends?”

“Fuck,” Ross groans. “Yeah. Shit. I thought what I told my wife in moments of intimacy would stay private.”

All eyes turn to Rachel. She told her husband’s fantasy last night, not her own.

Monica jumps first, “What’s your fantasy? Is it really to give head to Chandler and Joey?”

Rachel looks even more humiliated to be caught in a lie. She finally says, “It’s not. I just knew Ross was really drunk, and I could give that answer. I didn’t say my real fantasy. I’m too embarrassed to say it. Not even Ross knows.”

“What’s your fantasy!?!?!?” The group almost yells at once. She can’t be the only one to keep a secret.

She shakes her head furiously, “No. I can’t. Last night was different. We were drinking, and having fun. I can’t do it now.”

“Let’s get breakfast drunk!” Joey says. “You’re not leaving this house until we hear your fantasy. I’ll slash your tires if I have to.”

Ross immediately stands up, and asks, “Champagne or vodka with the orange juice?”

Rachel huffs, “For this I’m going to need vodka.”

“I’ll be right back,” her husband says leaving the room.

“Does he have a whole bar in his luggage?” Phoebe asks. Rachel ignores the question, too concerned with what she’s afraid to tell us.

I ask my wife, “Are you drinking again?”

She smiles at me, “You just want me drunk so you can get laid again.”

“Whatever works,” I say. “One time wasn’t enough.”

“Keep it in your pants,” my wife says. “Maybe you’ll get lucky again.”

Ross doesn’t ask anybody if they want a drink. He pours whiskey directly into the cups of coffee and vodka into the glasses or orange juice. He stops complaints by saying, “It’s Saturday, and the kids aren’t here. Let’s enjoy the morning.”

His wife definitely isn’t enjoying the morning. She’s hid her eyes ever since the group found out she lied. She gulps her cocktail and asked for a second.

While she tries to quickly get drunk enough to reveal her secret, Joey flirts with my wife. He asks Monica, “What position were you in when you yelled ‘Oh sweet Jesus not again!’.”

Monica replies, “The walls are thin. I heard some moaning coming from your room too, but it didn’t last very long.”

Phoebe snorts orange juice and vodka out of her nose in laughter, “Oh god! It burns.”

Joey ignores his wife and says, “When you know what you’re doing, it shouldn’t take forever to satisfy a woman.”

“Just admit you came so quickly because you were imagining me tied to a bed wearing skimpy lingerie,” Monica says, then sips her cocktail in victory after that comment shut him up.

Ross, who was listening intently, says, “Joey said he had a fantasy about Monica, and Monica said she had a fantasy about him.”

“Correct,” Phoebe says.

“What was your fantasy Chandler?” Ross asks.

And now I feel awkward. I finish my coffee and pour whiskey right into the empty cup. I’ll need more **** to tell my best friend that I have a fantasy about his wife.

Phoebe laughs at my embarrassment, and readily answers for me, “Chandler wants to see your wife participate in a wet T-shirt contest. It’s probably because she has huge tits. He didn’t want to see me in the same contest.”

“You said you fantasized about seeing my wife in a wet T-shirt?” Ross laughs, easing my tension. “Shit man. Have some balls. At least say you’d love to see her topless.”

I look to Rachel and catch her eye before she quickly lowers them.

God I have so many fantasies about her, but I’ll never confess them with her husband right here.

Phoebe asks, “Rachel, you ready to tell us yet?”

“One more drink,” Rachel answers.

Phoebe rubs on my arm, “Can you tell I’m disappointed you didn’t say you had a fantasy about me?”

“Your fantasy wasn’t about me,” I say.

“That’s true,” Phoebe says. “I guess I didn’t want anyone to feel left out. How about we keep it just between the two of us? I’ll tell you mine, and you tell me yours?”

I glance to my wife, who is too busy talking with Ross and Joey, to notice my conversation. I say, “Sure. You go first.”

Phoebe scoots closer and keeps her voice low, “I have this fantasy where we both get divorced, then get married to each other.”

Wow. I was expecting some depraved sexual act. This stuns me. I can only say, “Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve seriously had the thought. Like lying in bed at night. I imagine that I leave Joey because he’s an asshole, and you leave Monica because she’s a bitch, then we start dating and it’s super cute, then you propose and we have a courthouse wedding and spend the rest of our lives together.”

“I can see why you wouldn’t say that to the group.” She sounds so sincere. Monica would kill her to hear that.

Phoebe agrees, “Do not tell your wife. But yes that’s an honest-to-god fantasy I’ve had.”

“That’s just because you don’t know me,” I say. “If you did, you wouldn’t want to marry me.”

“That’s why we’d date first,” Phoebe says. “I wouldn’t get knocked up and then get married like with Joey.”

“Damn. Now my fantasy seems lame. It was purely physical.”

Her hand creeps into my lap, resting on my thigh. I’m highly aware of my wife sitting right next to me.

Phoebe whispers, “Trust me. Our dating and marriage would be very physical.”

My eyes flick over to Rachel who seems to be discreetly watching our interaction. I try not to react to the hand that is oh-so-close to my cock in these thin sweatpants. I wet my lips and take a drink. I softly say to Phoebe, “I fantasize about you and your petite size: all the places and positions we could try. Ones that I can try with my wife because she’s bigger than me.”

Her hands inches forward and lays right on top of my cock, “Give me one example.”

“While driving,” I say, and finish my drink.

The hand in my lap disappears as soon as Monica turns back to me. She says, “Are you gonna let him talk to your wife like that?”

“Sorry. I didn’t hear what he said,” I say glancing over to Joey who is smugly sipping his screwdriver.

Monica says, “He offered to take a shower with me, and clean out my “stanky pussy.”

“My soaped up cock would do the trick,” Joey says.

God, he’s already drunk. I look around the table. We are all buzzed. Things could get out of hand.

Ignoring his comments about my wife, I say, “It’s time you tell us your fantasy Rachel.”

She finishes her third breakfast cocktail, “Okay. But please don’t judge.”