I take the punishment

Fuck it: I deserve this. I made a horrible decision. No matter how sexually frustrated and drunk I was: I still cheated. I need to atone.

I drop and knees sink into the soft ground. I’m facing an erection the length of my head. I look up to the bearded asshole grinning at me.

I deserve this.

I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, and tilt down my friend’s cock. He cries out “Oh shit!” at the touch of his dick. He didn’t think it would get this far.

I open my mouth and enclose my lips around him. His huge mushroom head takes up my entire mouth. I hold it there as he howls into the night. Phoebe cries, “Oh fuck Chandler. No! Don’t! Let me explain!”

I deserve this big cock in my mouth. I’m a horrible husband.

I breathe through my nose, holding my dick in his mouth. I look up at him past his bugling gut. He looks down at me.

I deserve to feel this small and pathetic.

As a joke, or maybe he’s serious, he says, “Don’t just hold it in your mouth. Suck it, bitch.”

I deserve to suck cock. I fucked up that much.

I suck on his enormous tip. I rub my tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside of his head. It’s my first time making another man moan in sexual pleasure.

Phoebe begs, “Please stop Chandler. You don’t have to do this! It’s all my fault! Please stop. Monica doesn’t want you to do this!”

Liar. It’s not her fault. I’m the one who put my dick in her. She didn’t **** me. I need to do this to get my wife back. She told me so. I need to be humiliated to show how sorry I am.

I grip his shaft hard and jerk him as I suck his fat mushroom. He inhales sharply, “Oh fuck Chandler. I think I’m with my wife. I don’t want to accidentally come in your mouth. You need to stop.”

I stop. I’m not going to suck his dick without consent. He steps back. I drop my head to the mud and cry.

Joey picks me up. “Dude you’re so drunk. I’m sorry. I was just joking. C’mon let’s get you back to the house.”

As we walk back, he scolds his wife, “What the hell did you do?”

I zone out. I still can’t believe I fucked Phoebe. Sucking a dick did nothing to assuage my guilt.

As we near the flickering light of the fire, my wife’s voice yells, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND!?”

“Let me explain,” Phoebe says.

“He sucked my dick,” her husband interrupts.

“What the fuck Phoebe! You were suppose to tell him it was all a joke, and that I wanted him to fuck you! That you were a surprise for him because I’ve been a terrible wife the last few months. Why did you let him suck his dick?” My wife is furious. I’ve never seen her fight, but she looks like she wants to throw Phoebe in the fire.

“He wanted to show you how much he loved you. He did what you told him! He wouldn’t listen to me. He thinks I was trying to ruin his marriage.”

“If it makes you feel better,” Joey adds, “your husband is pretty good at sucking dick.”

Monica punches Joey right in the stomach. “Shut up you fat fuck! You shouldn’t have let this happen either.”

Joey coughs and holds his stomach. He turns away and sprays wet puke across the grass. Monica gags at the sight, the sound of the spatter and the rancid smell. She grabs my hand and flews back to the house dragging me along in a stupor.

She apologizes, “I’m so sorry baby. I had this night pictured so much differently in my head. First you’d have a little forbidden fun with Phoebe, and then we’d have wild crazy sex. I fucked up. It was such a dumb idea. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll swear I’ll make it up to you.”