Might as well

I nod to Joey, “She’s the only one I haven’t fucked night. I might as well. But it might take me a bit to be ready again.”

Monica groans on the bed, “Can one of you please get me a towel? I’m covered in cum.”

“Oh shit! Sorry,” I say and grab a towel for her. She grabs it from me, and wipes herself off.

Joey hands me a pill, “Along with a condom of extra large condoms, I always keep some of these just in case.”

I take it and swallow. Maybe I should have asked my doctor first about using it?

I ask Monica, “Are you okay? Can I get you anything else?”

She groans, “No. I’m just going to pass out here. I’m so exhausted.”

I help her under the covers. I’m getting a little cold, so I put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. Joey grabs his clothes, and bag full of condoms and sex pills. We leave the room and turn off the light.

Rachel and Ross are no longer in the living room. They must have gone to bed. I can’t blame them. We drank a lot and it’s getting pretty late.

Joey opens the door to his room. It’s dark. Phoebe is a small lump under the covers. Her pretty face rests on the pillow. She looks so peaceful sleeping.

I know she is not going to be happy if I wake her up. An angry and exhausted Phoebe is not someone I want to fuck with. She would have no problem biting my dick off. I turn to Joey and whisper, “She’s asleep. It’s cool. I’m just gonna go back to my room.”

Joey grabs my shoulders and holds me before I can leave. He whispers back, “No. I want you to fuck my wife. Now go wake her up!”