Second base

“Let’s get a little more physical,” Phoebe instructs. “You have to sexually whoever it points at.”

Nobody disagrees. We’re all eager.

Monica still has liquor dripping down the corner of her mouth when she spins. The bottle points to me. She tells me to stand up and immediately digs her hand into my pants. Her hand wraps around my cock and squeezes. She talks to me but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Oh babe. I’m shocked you’re not hard already. Seeing Phoebe’s tits even has me a little wet. You should be raging hard. Do you not find her attractive?”

Squeeze. Stroke. Squeeze.

I reply, “I find her very attractive, but she was right. I really do enjoy looking at her ass.”

Squeeze. Stroke. Squeeze.

“If you’re lucky tonight, you’ll get to do more than just look at her ass.”

My wife leaves me raging hard. I have to adjust myself in my pants to sit comfortably.

Phoebe’s spin also lands on her husband. He’s not lucky enough to get a handjob.

She commands, “Stand up and bend over.”

Bent over in his boxers, his wife spanks his ass. After each hit she rubs the spot and massages his large cheek. She makes his ass sting before she lets him sit down.

He doesn’t complain. Just sits down and makes sure his balls are still safely tucked in, then takes his turn.

The bottle points at his wife.

“Stand up and bend over,” he growls. “Payback time.”

She obeys. Her plump ass looks so incredible in those pants. It gives sexy jiggles every time her husband spanks it. His big hand palms her entire cheek and squeezes. He moves his hands right beneath the cheeks and jiggles them for us all the see. He finally gives her a loud smack and sits back down.

Phoebe rubs her ass and looks at me. “I know you liked watching that.”

I don’t disagree.

The nude Ross chugs and spins. At this pace, we’re not making it many more rounds. His bottle points at my wife.

Monica asks, “Are you a boob or butt guy?”

He laughs, standing up, “You’ve seen my wife and you’re going to ask that question. Of course I’m a boob guy.”

He literally has a big swinging dick. It’s all anyone can notice as he strides over to my wife. My sitting wife puffs out her chest to him. Her cups her tits. He massages them through her hoodie and bra.

He comments, “You have some nice tits, Monica. I’m guessing they’re a D cup. If not they’re a big C.”

“Good guess,” my wife says, sighing as my best friend finds her nipple. His dick hangs dangerously close to her knee. “I looove my tits played with. I sort of want to strip my top off.” She looks around the group. “Is that against the rules?”

We definitely aren’t going to stop her.

Ross steps back to along my wife to pull off her hoodie, take off her tank top, and unclasp her bra. He admires my wife’s big pale freckled tits. “Oh god, Monica, these fucking nipples.”

He cups my wife’s bare tit and immediately brings his mouth to the nipple. My wife moans as he sensually sucks one of her most sexually sensitive areas. Goddamn, he’s treating my wife’s tits like a gourmet meal. I have to respect it.

He leaves my wife topless and wanting more. She literally fans herself. “How many more rounds of this? I’m ready to go now.”

“We all haven’t gone yet,” Rachel says. She grabs the bottle, takes a sip and spins it quickly. It falls off the table and points back at herself. She looks at the group. “Y'all want me to touch myself?”

“Yes!”

She starts with her hands resting on her narrow waists. She rubs them up her abs and brings them to the sides of her breasts. She cups and squeezes them. They look so fucking soft. She pushes them together, flaunting her cleavage at the group. She digs one hand into her top and under hand bra. She sighs loudly as her fingers find her own nipple. Her other hand slides back down to between her legs. It rubs on the inner leg of her jeans before it finds the button and zipper. A flash of black panties before her hand and wrist blocks the view. Her eyes close as she pleasures herself. She moans, then opens her eyes. She removes her hands from her pants and shirt. She doesn’t button back up her pants or adjust her shirt to hide her bra.

She hands the body to me. “Hopefully I get to watch you touch yourself.”

Oh fuck. I take a drink. This orgy can’t come fast enough.

I spin. Rachel gets her wish. The bottle points back at me.

I unbutton and unzip, then push my pants and underwear to my knees. I hold my hard cock in my hand. After watching Rachel’s performance I’m rigid. I say, “Normally I use my own spit to stroke but my wife gets grossed out by that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you some lube,” Phoebe says. She walks right in front of me and spits down on my cock. I stroke her spit up and down my shaft. She spits on my head again. I rub it in. She moves to the side and I stroke myself to the group. Everyone watches, even my best friends.

I let go of my cock, but don’t put back up my pants. “Last round?”