Overhearing an argument

As Phoebe pulls me toward the house, Monica calls, “Have fun!”

My wife just lets another woman take me without a fight. Joey wraps his arm around my wife’s shoulders. Their night isn’t done yet either.

I don’t move fast enough for Phoebe. She lets go of my hand and grabs my dick. She uses it like a handle to pull me. With her other hand, she opens the door.

We immediately hear yelling.

“WHY DID YOU FUCK HIM?”

“That was the freaking game, Ross! That’s what everyone was doing!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE MY WIFE FUCKING CHEATED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!”

“I didn’t cheat!!! You agreed to it! You were banging Phoebe!”

“I DIDN'T WANT TO! YOU FUCKING WANTED TO BANG Chandler! DON’T DENY IT! YOU WERE ALL OVER HIM!”

“You’re being ridiculous. I did nothing wrong. You agreed to the game! You whipped out your dick and everything!”

“YOU LET HIM STICK A FINGER UP YOUR ASS!”

“Is that why you’re so jealous? Because I always say no, when you beg to put it in my butt?”

“YOU WERE A LITTLE SLUT FOR Chandler. IF I LET IT CONTINUE YOU WERE GOING TO BEG FOR HIM TO PUT HIS COCK IN YOUR ASS.”

“I am so freaking done with you right now. You’re drunk and jealous. I’m sorry you regretted the contest; it’s not my fault.”

“IT’S MY FAULT FOR MARRYING A WHORE!”

Rachel slams their bedroom door closed behind her. Tears stream down her face. She still in just her black v-neck and green panties.

Phoebe still pulls at my cock to lead me to the bedroom. I place a hand on her shoulder, “We can’t let her stay in the living room.”

“Phoebe hugs up against me, “Oh you naughty man. You’re trying to get a threesome. I’m down.”

“I’m not trying to get a threesome. She’s crying. Let’s try to comfort her while her asshole husband sobers up.”

“Fine,” Phoebe says. “Hey Rachel. I know we’re both naked, but do you want to hang out with us?”

Rachel just notices that we’re in the room with her. She wipes at her bloodshot eyes. “Only if you have ****. I could use another drink.”

Phoebe nudges me, “Go get the bottle. We’ll be waiting.”