Phoebe’s version

Once in the room, Chandler ran to the bathroom and puked again. I let him borrow a toothbrush then threw it away. Then I led him to the couch where he collapsed. After a few minutes, he was snoring.

I struggled with my wedding dress. I was way too pregnant for this. I woke up Chandler to ask for help unzipping and unclasping the back. He was so drunk. His fingers fumbled and he took forever but finally it was loose enough to take off.

It felt so fucking good to have that dress off. I left him on the couch, then went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He was sleeping when I came out. Joey wasn’t back yet. I crawled into bed alone.

I was almost asleep when I was woken by movement on the bed. I assumed it was my new husband joining me on our wedding night. I spooned back against him and wrapped his arm around me. I gave him a little tease by rubbing my ass against his crotch.

I’ll reiterate that I was more than half-asleep. I thought this was my husband.

I didn’t want him to go without a little treat on our wedding night. I brought his hand to my oversized boobs. He groaned in approval and massaged it in his hand. I rubbed my ass against him until I could feel his hard cock pressing into me. I pushed down my shorts, and whispered, “Put it in your wife for the first time.”

He didn’t do it right away, which was surprising. Usually he is extremely eager to get inside me. I reached back and pushed down his underwear, until I felt the heat of his hard cock touching my bare ass. I rubbed myself against me. “C’mon baby. Fuck your wife. I wanna feel my husband’s big cock.”

I reached back and wrapped my hand around his dick, and screamed! That was not my husband’s cock! I scrambled forward and turned around. Chandler lay there, his face pressed into the pillow, completely passed out.

Even my scream hadn’t woken him up. I think he was asleep the whole time. I had cuddled up to him, and had gotten him hard. I had to pull his underwear back up to cover his hard dick. I felt so embarrassed. Him and my husband have much different physiques. Joey spooning me is so much different. Nothing matches up. I actually fit like a spoon with Chandler. I should’ve known it wasn’t my husband.

I sat up in bed wondering how dumb I could be.

When Joey finally did get back, I had him walk Chandler back to his own room. I didn’t tell my husband what I had done, and I didn’t tell Chandler what he had done when he was drunk.

We made quiet love that night. He was still afraid his dick would give the baby a concussion.