Concerned

I carry Rachel through the living room to her closed door. I’m lucky she’s so light. My legs are still wobbly from the sex. I turn the knob and open the door. Ross sits in bed, looking at his phone.

He looks up and sees his wife’s limp body draped over my shoulder. He says, “Oh my god. Did you kill my wife?”

I lay Rachel down on the bed. She turns and faces her husband. She giggles, “Yeah he murdered my vagina with his thick penis.”

“Wow you are drunk,” Ross says, then looks up at me like I took advantage of a poor helpless girl.

“Yeah. I’m drunk on sex,” Rachel says. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much in one night.”

“I don’t believe that,” says Ross. “Remember that night in Cabo.”

Rachel smiles, “Oh yeah. Those were the days. We were so young. And you could get it up so fast.”

“I could still get it up,” Ross says.

“No you couldn’t. After one session, you’re done for the night,” Rachel says.

I start backing out of the room. I don’t want to be here for their argument about whether he can get it up again.

“I definitely can! And if I get it up again, I get to fuck you.”

“You’ll be fucking a sleeping wife then, because I will definitely be asleep by the time that happens.”

I step out of the room and close the door. I turn around and run into Phoebe. My heart jumps in my throat, and I gasp, “Oh my god!”

She looks up at me, “Sorry. Did I scare you? I just heard those two arguing and I had to see what it was about.”

I look down at her. She’s wearing a loose T-shirt and cotton shorts. Her makeup is gone. She doesn’t look so intense but she is still pretty. I tell her, “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting anybody else to be up.”

“Do you think you could still get it up?” Phoebe asks. Her hand wraps around the head of my cock and she squeezes.