The men strip

The ladies line their chairs up on one side of the fire. Flickering flames cast shadows on their bare tits. The men were too drunk to walk a straight line. They couldn’t do anything but look at the beautiful boobs.

Ross peeled off his tiny briefs first. Joey smacked his ass loudly to give him some inspiration; it wouldn’t be a fair contest if he wasn’t at his best. The girls ooo’d and aaah’d at the sight of his long dick. Said it was a shame that he was gay. He grabbed his candlestick cock. He’ll prove to each of them that he’s not gay.

Joey pushed Chandler forward, “Gotta save the best for last.” Chandler did what he was told. Eyes looking over the three women—his wife, the de facto love of his life, the wildest Asian—the black widow that would kill him after sex, and the church wife—the one with the body of a porn Star; his eyes lingered on the last one. He pulled off his jeans then his boxer briefs.

“That’s NOT small!” Phoebe yelled. She smacks Monica on the freckled shoulder. “I thought you said it was tiny!”

“I did not,” says Monica cowering from the little woman. “I just said husbands like to hear their wives telling them they have a big fat cock.”

Rachel licks her lips, her blue eyes never leaving Chandlers stiff cock, “So they like to hear the truth?”

Monica shrugs, “For him yeah, but I was just talking about men in general.”

Rachel connects eyes with Chandler, “No bluster: you literally have the fattest cock. Don’t feel like you need approval.”

Not near as long as Ross, Chandler steps back with an ego boost. It’s one thing to hear it from your wife; it’s another to hear it from the most beautiful woman you’ve ever talked to.

Joey steps up with the confidence of someone who cheated on the test because he stole the answer sheet. “I’m not even all the way hard, but it’s not going to matter.”

He has to sit down to take off his shorts. He’s too drunk for this sort of coordination. He looks like a toddler trying to get ready for bed. All the seduction he was going for was lost. His balls hung out the bottom of his boxers and he stood up. Tent in his smiley faced boxers, he asks, “Anyone want to open the biggest present under the tree?”

Monica rolls her eyes, but gets up and walks around the fire. Her big tits sway. She gets down on her knees, digs her fingers into his waistband and looks up, “Like this?”

“I don’t think I’ve seen a sexier view. The only thing that will top it is seeing you with my dick in your mouth.”

Monica laughs a single time and pulls down his boxers. His proportional cock springs out: big man, big dick. Not cartoonish. Realistic. A curved cock with a bulbous mushroom head. Ross was straighter and longer. Chandler overwhelmed with girth but was much shorter. Joey had an interesting cock. One that made women curious. What would that feel like inside of them? What would that massive head rub against? The kind of cock every woman had to try at least once.

Unfortunately his massive hairy balls took away from the allure of his cock. They were distracting big and hung low. Gravity was not kind to him.

Monica stood up before her mouth made a decision her brain couldn’t stop. She stepped back. Three men with hard cocks lusted after her curvy body.

Phoebe says, “It’s is going to sound crazy, but how do you all feel about swapping?”