They want more stories about my hot wife

I can’t believe I just told everyone that story. I should’ve ended it at the bachelorette party. I’ve drunk too much. Revealed too much: about myself, about my wife, about our relationship.

Joey asks, “Is that story true? That’s a weird one to make up about your wife.” He looks to my wife.

Monica tries to hide inside her hoodie. The neck pulled up to her nose, hiding her mouth. Her cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment. She didn’t think I’d ever tell this story, especially to my group of friends. Her brown eyes blaze with the reflection of the fire, “I can’t believe you told them.”

Rachel gasps, covering her mouth. I wonder what she’s most shocked at: that my current wife fucked four guys in front of me, that I enjoyed it, or that I just told everyone about it. Whatever the choice, she’s not looking at me or my wife the same.

“I would’ve murdered those guys, if they ever said anything like that about my wife,” Ross says. “Rachel would be buried with them if she did that in the hot tub.”

Phoebe rolls her eyes, “Chandler obviously doesn’t have your insecurities. He knew Monica loved him. The sex with other people sounds like it brought them closer. I personally think it was brave to share that story. Thank you Chandler. No judgement here.”

“Cuck,” Joey coughs into his hand.

Phoebe whacks him in the dick, “I just said no judgement.”

Joey groans, holding himself, “I wasn’t judging. I was just identifying the kink. I don’t care if Chandler likes to watch his woman get fucked by other men.”

Rachel asks softly over the crackling fire, “Monica, was this story true?”

My wife pulls her hoodie down from her mouth and answers, “I don’t know about the camp stuff with Jess, but the cabin is true. We did spend a romantic weekend there, and four college guys did interrupt it.” She clears her throat. This is the first time she’s ever told anybody. “I had sex with all of them while Chandler watched, then we had the hottest sex of our lives. Like Phoebe said, it really did bring us closer, sex with those guys was like a different form of foreplay. It got us both really warmed up.”

Joey grins, “So the part about you liking really big dick is true?”

Monica ignores him, and looks at the group, “I’ve never told anyone about this. I’m just as surprised as you are that Chandler decided to tell you.”

“I think it’s hot,” Phoebe says, comforting my wife. “I love hearing about other couples sex lives.”

Phoebe is empathetic, Joey sympathetic, Rachel curious, but Ross could not be judging me more. I can see it in his eyes. He asks, “Have you asked your wife to fuck anymore guys while you watched?”

I say, “I shouldn’t have told you guys that story. It was an intimate moment between me and my wife. I didn’t ask her if it was okay to share.” I look to her. “I’m sorry. I’m drunk. I’ll shut up now.”

“Ah,” Joey sounds disappointed. “I wanted to hear some more. Monica sounds hot as fuck in these stories. I’d love to hear about her pleasing more men.”

“Let’s not push it, hunny,” Phoebe says. “They’ve shared enough.” She gives us a look, telling us she understands if we don’t want to tell more.

And I think that will be it. Move on to someone else. Maybe go to bed and hope my friends forget that I like to see my wife get railed.

Then Rachel asks Monica, “I’d like to hear the story from your perspective. That is if you did it again.” She looks embarrassed just admitting she’s curious.

My wife confirms, “We did it again.” She looks at Ross, “I’ll tell some if you pour me another drink, and stop judging.”

Rachel nudges her husband, “Stop giving that look. I could tell them a whole lot about you.”

That changes his demeanor quickly. He pours a few fingers of bourbon into a cup and hands it to my wife.

She takes a sip and starts her story.