Spin the bourbon

Monica giggles nervously, “I’m going to be honest. I’m need to be a lot drunker for this to not be awkward.”

Holding up the bottle of bourbon, Ross says, “Luckily that’s my superpower.” He hands her the bottle. “Take a gulp of that.”

“Oh god. I’m puking tonight,” Monica whines.”

“Not until after the sex!” Joey says.

Monica takes a sip and grimaces. Straight whiskey isn’t her normal drink. Usually it’s sweet wine on ice. She holds the bottle out straight in front of her like a dirty diaper, and asks, “Who wants it next?”

“I’ll take it next,” Phoebe says, “but I have an idea to get us warmed up. How about you spin the bottle first?”

“You want us to play spin the bottle?” Rachel laughs. “Joey was constantly trying to get me to play in high school and now he has his wife doing his dirty work.”

“It won’t be a typical game,” Phoebe says. “We’ll do a new activity each round. Everyone has to drink then take a turn spinning. Once everyone has gone, we’ll pick a new activity.”

“What’s the first activity?” Monica asks.

“Spin the bottle and whoever it lands on tell them someone about them that you’re attracted to,” Phoebe explains. “Everyone likes compliments and it’ll build connections.”

“Easy enough,” Monica says.

We rearrange, so that the fire is to the side of the group. We’re in a circle of alternating spouses. Phoebe places a flimsy wooden table normally used to hold a potted plant in the center of the group.

My wife spins. It points to Joey. “Ugh. I have to compliment him first?”

“Come on, Monica. You know I’m sexy. Just pick one thing about me that turns you on the most,” Joey grins.

“I like how tall you are,” my wife says. “It’s definitely a turn on.”

“See that was easy,” Phoebe says. “Nice and flirty.” She takes a drink and spins. It points to her husband again.

Joey grin gets even bigger, “What’s sexiest about me baby?”

His wife says, “I like that you’re very open to everything sexually.”

“Oh whoa!” Rachel says. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’ve tried a lot of things,” Joey says. “If you name it, I’ve probably done it.”

“Have you been with another man?” Monica asks, thinking she hit him with a gotcha question.

Joey shrugs, “Yeah. It’s no big deal.”

Rachel gasps, “I would have never guessed. I thought you were straight.”

“I don’t seek out men,” Joey says, “but things have happened and I’m not ashamed of them.” He looks over at Ross, who is keeping far away from this conversation.”

Joey takes a drink and spins. The bottle points at Rachel and her huge pale cleavage. It’s almost obvious what he’s going to compliment. From the way she is sitting, slightly forward, it’s like she’s baiting him.

Instead he says, “Rachel you have the sexiest runway model legs. You in a formal dress that has a high slit drives me wild.”

“Well thank you,” Rachel smiles. “That was very nice.”

Ross gulps a large pull, then spins. The bottle points back at himself. He grabs it to spin again but Phoebe stops him.

“Tell us something about yourself that is a turn on,” she says.

“I don’t turn myself on,” Ross says.

“I’ve seen you jerking on in front of a mirror babe,” Rachel says. Her lips are uncharacteristically loose.

Joey tries to help out, “Just say you like the look of your own dick.”

“Fine,” Ross huffs, “I like my penis.”

“What do you like about it?” Phoebe says.

“Everything. I have the perfect penis,” Ross says and hands the bottle to his wife, hoping the questions will stop.

Rachel drinks and spins. It lands on my wife.

Monica smiles, “Don’t worry. I won’t call you a lesbian if you say something about me turns you on.”

Rachel giggles, “No worries. I’m confident enough that I can find women attractive. I think your hair is so sexy. So thick and luxurious. The dark brown with the natural highlights. The waves. So gorgeous. It makes me jealous and a little turned on looking at it. I’ve imagined combing my hair into it to kiss you.”

Monica laughs, “Girl you already sound like you’re drunk.”

I take a sip of the bourbon, put the cork back in and spin. It lands on my wife. She smiles at bats her eyes at me. “What would you like to tell your friends about me that turns you on?”

Her incredible ass? Her big tits? Her perfect nipples?

I say, “Your dirty talk turns me on so much.”

She raises her thick eyebrows, “Oh yeah? You like my dirty mouth?”

She leans forward and I kiss her. “I love it.”

I hand her the bottle. Next round.