It triggers a memory

Phoebe’s story seems so unbelievable. I know I was so drunk that night that I snuck off to share a joint with Joey, but there is no way I was drunk enough to try to cheat on my pregnant wife with the very pregnant bride. That would be ridiculous.

But,

as soon as Phoebe mentioned her wedding dress a fragrance filled my nose. A warm smell of desire. The scent I’m remembering isn’t from her perfume. It filled the cave I made under the thick skirt of her wedding dress. The heavy smell saturated my nose so strongly, I could taste it on my tongue. The same exact smell and taste that coats my nose and mouth now: Phoebe’s pussy.

Maybe she is telling the truth.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “That was a very rude thing to do to the bride.”

“Ohmygod,” Rachel squeals. “That actually happened!? You tried to go down on Phoebe at her wedding!? Holy shit. No wonder you’ve never told anyone before, and promised us to secrecy.”

Phoebe looks at me with sympathy, “Yeah. It was pretty bad. It’s why I never even brought it up to tease Chandler.”

“Goddamn. I can’t believe I attempted to cheat on my wife,” I say.

“It’s okay. I would never let you make that mistake,” Phoebe says. She reaches her foot across the couch, and uses it to flop my soft cock from one thigh to the other. “Lucky for you, we get a pass tonight. We can fuck as much as we want, and it’s not cheating.”

Rachel sits up in her chair, preparing herself to watch, “I didn’t realize you two had this much sexual tension and history between each other.”

Phoebe foot flops my dick again. “We’ve had a very strange friendship,” she looks at Rachel. “Over the last ten years, you haven’t had any awkward sexual tension with Chandler? I feel like he get himself into trouble with beautiful women because he doesn’t know how to control himself.”

“Umm,” Rachel says. Her blue eyes travel up my naked body before they connect with mine.