Naked Joey

We walk into the house hand-in-hand, Phoebe snuggling her head against my shoulder. We’re greeted in the kitchen by a big hairy ass.

Even his wife is offended by the sight of her naked husband in the kitchen. She says, “Babe! Please put some clothes on before you put your hairy balls by the food.”

Joey turns around, swinging his big hairy balls at us. His dick is almost none existent, sitting like a little bean in his briar patch of pubic hair. “Oh hey! Sorry I just needed some food after that session. I need to refuel.”

“Seriously, get your smelly ass out of the kitchen!” Phoebe says. “This is seriously disgusting.”

“Fine. Fine. I’ll go put on pants. Calm down,” Joey stomps out of the kitchen.

I ask half-joking half-serious, “Why are you married to that guy?”

“I ask myself that everyday,” Phoebe shrugs. “Daddy issues?”

“Seriously. He’s a jerk. We’re friends since I’ve known him for so long and barely see him anymore, but no way could I hang out with him everyday.”

Joey comes back into the kitchen in sweatpants and a shirt, “Better?”

“Yes. I better not find any pubic hairs on the counter though, or I’m taking you to get a full body wax tomorrow,” Phoebe says.

“Damn. You are cranky,” Joey says. “Disappointed with Chandler’s sex?”

“Not at all,” Phoebe says. “We just did something you could never attempt without killing yourself.”

“Jeez. Why all the hate on me tonight?” Joey brings a plate of reheated leftovers to the table. “It was your idea for the sexy stories and the contest. I just went along.”

I sit down at the table, and Phoebe sits on my lap. She wraps an arm around my shoulder and looks back at her husband. She asks, “How do we look?”

“It’s looks like my wife and best friend have finally stopped fighting and are finally getting along,” Joey answers.

Phoebe plays with my hair. Is she trying to make her husband jealous? If she is, it’s not working. He’s more concerned with eating.

She brings my hand to her breast. I squeeze it softly. She sighs in my ear. She peeks to see if her husband is watching. He’s not.

She slips off my lap and goes under the table. He pulls down my pants. Her soft lips close around the tip of my penis and she sucks me in. Oh fuck.

I look over at Joey as his wife blows me beneath the table. He asks, “Would you like to hear about my night so far with your wife?