He wants to see his best friends fuck his wife

Ross looks directly at his wife and says, “I want to watch you fuck my best friends.”

The belt of her robe falls loose. Only friction stops her robe from opening to reveal what’s beneath. Rachel asks, “Are you sure? I’ve only ever been with you. Are you sure you want another man inside me?” Her robe inches open, exposing a crack down the middle: a hint of her pale abdomen, a peek of black lace.

“Yes,” Ross groans. “I want it more than anything.”

“Have you asked your friends yet?” Rachel says. Her blue eyes connect to mine, and then over to Joey. She opens the robe more. The big mounds of her breasts strain against a black bra. The firelight casts shadows on her sculpted torso. A triangle of black lace hides the treasure between her long toned legs. “Do they want to fuck me?”

Joey grunts, “Oh fuck yeah. I’ve wanted to fuck you since high school.”

The robe falls to the concrete patio, exposing Rachel’s perfect body in nothing but heels and lingerie. Her ivory skin shines in the moonlight. The chill of the air pricks goosebumps against her skin. She looks at me again, and asks, “What about you Chandler? Do you want to fuck me?”

After so much whiskey in such a brief time, my mind is cloudy. The only thing coming through is the pale sexy angel in front of me. My beautiful wife is hidden in the fog. I don’t think about her when I admit, “Yes, I want to fuck you.”

She’s too fucking sexy. There’s no other way I could answer. Even if I was dead sober, I’d still want to fuck her, but now I’m drunk enough to actually act on it. She says, “Come inside and warm me up. It’s a little chilly outside.”

She spins on her high heels and walks back in the house. Her long legs strut with confidence knowing we’re staring at her tight ass in a black thong. Holy fuck what is happening? Rachel is willing to be fucked by her husband’s two best friends.

Ross breaks my daze, when he splashes a bucket of water on the campfire putting it out. “Alright fellas. Let’s head inside. I’m so excited for you guys to pleasure my hot wife.”

Joey asks, “Can’t we do it out here? It’s going to be way too loud. Our wives are sleeping in the next bedroom.”

“That’s the risk you have to take. Better hope your wives don’t wake up,” Ross grins and walks inside.

Joey looks at me, “Is this really happening?”

“Maybe I got so drunk, I stumbled and hit my head. This is all a coma dream. No way I just saw Rachel in lingerie asking if I wanted to fuck her.” I rub my face.

“I don’t care if it’s real or fake. I’m fucking the shit out of Rachel,” Joey says. “We just have to figure out how to keep her moans quiet enough so she doesn’t wake up our wives.”