See what Ross and Rachel do next

I answer, “Let’s stay a watch some more. Maybe we’ll get some inspiration.”

“Stop lying. You just can’t take your eyes off Rachel,” Phoebe says. “And damn I can’t blame you. That body is ridiculous.”

Ross lifts his riding wife off his face, and set her to the side. Rachel turns and leans back onto the headboard. Some strands of hair have fallen loose from her ponytail and dangle in front of her face. Ross moves her hair from her face with his hand and kisses his wife.

Phoebe giggles, “She’s tasting herself right now.”

I lean over and kiss Phoebe. She enthusiastically kisses me back, her tongue rolling into my mouth. After I break the kiss, I say, “I can’t really taste my own cock.”

“You should’ve let me know, and I would’ve spit your cum into your mouth, but now it’s too late. I swallow every drop,” Phoebe says and rubs her stomach.

Back in the room, Ross is on top of his wife making out. He grabs her narrow waist and pulls her hips down the bed. They continue to make out with Rachel on her back. Rachel spreads her legs inviting her husband inside. From our angle we don’t see the penetration but we hear Rachel’s moan before she quickly stifles it with her hand.

Rachel’s long leg wrap around Ross’s body, and she locks her ankles together behind his back. He thrusts in and out as they continue to make out. It makes me feel a little strange. I thought I was going to watch two hot people fuck, but I’m actually watching my best friend make love to his wife.

“Aww that’s so sweet,” Phoebe says. “I don’t think they’re going to stop kissing.”

“How long do you think he’ll last? He just had a blowjob,” I say.

“Oh they’re switching up positions now. I bet this will be the last one,” Phoebe says.