Ross alone on the couch

I silently shut the bedroom door behind me. The other two bedrooms are closed. Ross sits alone in the living room. A glass in his hand and the bottle on the table in front of him.

I join him on the couch, “Everyone in bed?”

“Yeah,” he says, “Joey and Phoebe just went to bed. If we’re quiet, we might hear some sex tonight.”

“We’re just here with our dick in our hands. Monica was asleep and your wife was pissed off,” I gesture to the bottle. “You need help with that?”

“Sure,” he hands me his glass that he has been drinking. I drain the remaining shot of **** in it and pass it back. He refills it and sips on it. “I seriously can’t believe we did this tonight.”

“So crazy,” I agree. “I would’ve never guessed your wife would willingly flash us. So many preconceptions I had about her were shattered.”

“I was shocked she agreed,” Ross says. “But only because Joey was involved. She hates him. But if it was just you, I wouldn’t have been surprised.”

He passes me the glass, and I empty it of bourbon and hand it back. My throat burns with the question, “Does Rachel like me?”

Coughing laughter, Ross says, “A little crush. Let’s just say that we’ve had discussions and you’re the only one she’d ever invite to a threesome. She wouldn’t want another woman either. Just you.”

My heart pounds at the news that Rachel thinks of me like that. I try not to let it affect how I talk to her husband. I say, “That sucks for you. I’m sure a threesome with Rachel and another woman would’ve been incredible. Sorry I ruined your chance at a threesome.”

The door can’t muffle the moans coming from Joey’s room. I’m sure he’s enjoying his wife’s tight pussy right now. I have to adjust my growing cock in my pants. Ross watches me shift it around.

His eyes linger in my lap then he looks up at me. “I think I want to have a threesome with my wife tonight.”

I thicken in my shorts and even more at the suggestion. I take the glass from him and gulp it down. Trying to ignore the high pitched moans from the next room, I ask, “Do you want me to fuck Rachel?”

The bottle sits empty. Ross wets his lips, “That’s not what I’m asking. I said a threesome. Do you want me and my wife to fuck you?”

Maybe it’s because of the shots, but my head spins at the way he posed that questions. They’re going to fuck me? I’m going to be the center of attention for my best friend and his gorgeous wife?