She’s ready for bed

We all get out of the shower and dry off. Rachel stumbles briefly and catches herself on the wall. She apologizes, “Sorry I think the **** just hit me. The room is spinning a little.”

Monica finishes securing a towel around her body, then hands Rachel a robe. “Here put this on. I’ll help you get to bed.” She looks at me smiling, knowing I’m not going to get to fuck Rachel.

I think back on my night: I’ve got to see some tits, suck some tits, gotten my dick sucked, watched my wife get railed by a massive cock, and watched my wife give a beautiful woman an orgasm with her tongue. How have I not gotten laid yet?

My erection finally goes down enough where I’m able to tie a towel around my waist. I walk out into the living room. No one is there. Ross, Joey and Phoebe must still be having their threesome outside.

I walk to the kitchen and get a glass of water. I move back out to the living room and sit down on the couch sipping it. The door to Rachel’s room creaks and opens. Monica slips out.

She sees me on the couch and comes over to me. She takes a drink of water from my glass, then sits down next to me. She said, “You look so disappointed you don’t get to fuck Rachel.”

“It’s more that everyone else has gotten laid but me,” I say. “And you already declared you need a month to recover from Joey.”

She looks at me sliding her hand up the inside of my leg under my towel. “I was about to fuck you in the shower, until you invited Rachel to join us.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing a hand on the side of her neck.

“Yeah. I got so turned on by you sucking my tits. Mmm you know it’s my favorite.” Her hand squeezing the tip of my cock.

I bend forward and kiss her neck. She continues whispering in my ear, “Then you said Rachel was really good at sucking dick. And at first I got jealous, but then I got competitive. I wanted to suck your big cock better than her.”

She slides off the couch on the floor. She kneels between my knees. She unwraps the towel from my lap. She sucks my half hard cock into her mouth, her brown eyes looking up at me.

The door to the cabin opens and the loud sounds of Joey and Ross fill the air. My first instinct is to cover up and pretend nothing was happening. But Monica keeps my cock in her mouth.

I yell out to the entering group, “Can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to get head from my wife.”

Phoebe squeals and her bare feet slap across the room as she runs to the living room. “I have to watch this! I hope you don’t mind an audience.”

Monica continues sucking as Phoebe settles in to watch. The men eventually make their way into the living room as well. The audience doesn’t distract Monica. It actually makes her better. She’s putting on a performance.

The licks, the gags, the ball fondling. At one point she even seductively removes her towel, and plays with her perfect nipples using the head of my cock. She is good, but in terms of technique Rachel’s blowjob was still better. But Monica’s has passion. The audience knows how much we love each other from how she blew me.

Finally I had to pull her up from my cock and kiss her. I tell her, “I love you so much. That was amazing.”

Monica smiles and says, “I win.”

From the other couch Phoebe says, “That was just foreplay. You guys should make love in front of us right now.”

Joey stands up, “I’m going to make some popcorn.”

“Oh yeah. Dinner and a show,” cheers Ross.

I ask Monica, “Do you want to keep putting on a show?”