No, I stay loyal

While Phoebe does look extremely tempting bent over a table, I can’t do this to my wife. I say, “I’m sorry Phoebe. I can’t do it. The competition ended. It would be like cheating on my wife.”

She looks back over her shoulder, “You’re too good a husband.” She stands up and turns around to come inside. I open the door for her, and she asks, “Would you have chosen me or Rachel?”

I smack her hard on the ass pushing her inside, “Oh I would’ve chosen you, and we would’ve woken up bruised and bloody.”

She giggles, and heads off to her room. I head into the kitchen. My heart pounds in my chest. I can’t believe my friend’s wife begged me to fuck her, and I turned her down. Holy fuck. That took all my willpower. I’m so glad she didn’t ask twice. If she had lower her pants, I would’ve been inside her in a second.

I pour myself some water. I hear the bathroom door open, and then I hear feminine voices as Monica asks Phoebe for something. I wonder if Phoebe will mention that she tried to seduce me. I hope she doesn’t tell my wife that I smacked her ass.

I’m so in my head, I don’t even notice Rachel come into the kitchen. I only realize she’s here, when I hear the faucet turn on. Her strawberry blonde hair is tied up in a bun. She wears flannel pajamas pants, and a loose T-shirt. It’s impossible not to picture her big tits beneath it.

She turns and sees me staring. I didn’t know she wore glasses. She still looks cute without her makeup.

I apologize, “Sorry. I know you don’t want to see anyone else tonight.”

“Hush,” Rachel says. “You were not the problem. It was all Phoebe and Joey. They get on my nerves. Why couldn’t we have just a nice normal night sitting around a fire?”

“I’m blaming the ****,” I say. “I can’t believe we all agreed to that contest.”

Rachel steps closer to me and lowers her voice, “I only agreed, because you did.”

“Only really?” I say trying to act aloof.

“Yes. I wanted you to pick me,” her cheek brushes against mine, and she whispers in my ear, “Especially after I saw what between your legs.”

Holy. Fuck. Now Rachel is coming onto me. If she asks, I will fuck her on this counter right now. My heart races again. Trying to sound normal, I say, “Too bad. Joey ruined it. I definitely would’ve picked you.”

Her lips tickle my ear, “I know. You’ve been staring at me all night. I was so ready to be all yours.”

My dick grows in my pants. I take a step back and try to adjust it so it’s not so obvious.

It’s extremely obvious.

Rachel smiles knowingly. “Maybe we can continue the competition without the jackasses. You can still choose me. And Ross can choose Monica. I know that he would still be down for swapping if you are.”

Oh shit. I thought my chance with Rachel was over but now it’s back. I can’t deny how sexy she is and how much I still want her. Would Monica still do this? She did seem really horny and was down for a wild night. She would probably enjoy a night with Ross’s sculpted body and long cock.

But this was the night we were going to get our sex life back on track. We’ve both already denied Phoebe. I don’t know if I can deny Rachel.