She does. In vivid detail

The little woman stares back at my glaring wife. Monica has pissed her off, and she doesn’t care about collateral damage. She’s going to stop skirting the truth.

Phoebe begins,

“I remember what happened that day. Chandler wasn’t lying. We left at halftime. It was too cold for me. Like a gentleman he led me back to his fraternity house. A few college guys invited us into their room. They shared their **** with us.

“Chandler got really drunk. I could see it in his eyes that he was gone. His personality had changed. He was way more outgoing and touchy. He started referring to me as his wife. I didn’t mind. I was enjoying the attention. As a new mom, I felt like I was out of my groove. The way Chandler and these young guys looked at me made me felt like me again. They made me feel sexy and desired.

“Chandler encouraged me to use this trashy stripper pole some frat guy had made in shop class. I had taken a pole dancing class for exercise once, and I wanted to see if I still had it. The **** had loosened me up.

“I still had it. But I was getting hot so I took off my sweatshirt. The guys cheered when they saw the skimpy tank top I was wearing. The attention blasted my endorphins. I was fucking loving it.

“Chandler pulled me over and asked his wife for a lap dance. In good fun, I gave him one. He was not shy with his hands. I didn’t stop him. The raw lust turned me on. I put my hands on him like he was my husband.

“He couldn’t stop telling me how sexy I was. How hot my body was. He kept telling the frat boys that his wife was such a MILF. He wanted me. I could feel through his pants how much he wanted me. And he could feel through my leggings how much I wanted him.

“I kissed him first, but his kiss back was intense. His lips didn’t leave mind. Our makeout lasted so long the frat guys left the room. As a joke, one of them handed Chandler a condom.

“We looked at the condom in his hand together. There was an unspoken discussion. Were we actually going to do this?

“He was blacked out, but he wasn’t pushing the issue. He waited for me.

“I was drunk. I was horny. I needed this validation. Being a mom didn’t change me, I would still be an openly sexual woman who loved being desired.

“I said, ‘Fuck me but make it quick.’ I crawled onto the couch and rested my forearms on the armrest. I closed my eyes so the room wouldn’t spin.

He pulled my leggings and underwear down to the middle of my thighs. He ripped the condom open. My anticipation for the moment of penetration was high. I vividly remembered the picture of his dick he sent me to.

“The feeling of him stretching my pussy didn’t disappoint. He groaned, he smacked my ass. He praised me. “You’re so fucking sexy. This ass is incredible. Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“In his reckless blackout state, he fucked me hard and fast: the perfect quickie. I reached back under my body and rubbed myself, combined with the pounding of his big hard cock, I came right after he did.

“The good thing about condoms is that the cleanup is minimal. I pulled my pants up. He tossed it in the trash. I freshened up in the bathroom, then I led him back to the game.

“The cold hid the flushness of my cheeks. The **** covered for my sexual euphoria. Chandler was a hot mess, but despite being drunk, he didn’t mention a word. It was like it had never happened.

“And judging by the look on Chandler’s face, I don’t think he remembers us having sex. I would say I was sorry, but we were both drunk and we both wanted it.”

She smirks at Monica, “Your man just has an insatiable **** need for me.”

Monica seethes. I don’t know what she was expecting. She started this interrogation like she knew this was a possibility. Her mouth tightly closed, she nods. “I knew I wasn’t crazy. No one flirts like you two without doing anything.”

Is she going to fight Phoebe? Is she going to ask for a divorce? I’m dreading going into a room alone with her. Whatever happens it’s going to be fucking awful.

Monica takes a sip and tilts her glass at Phoebe, “Good idea asking about sex stories tonight. It’s been really informative.”

Rachel looks nervously uncomfortable. Ross refills his glass, trying not to look at anyone.

Joey sits dumbfounded. He asks the group, “If he had sex with my wife, does that mean I get to have sex with his?”

Monica barks a laugh, “Are you really using this as an excuse to try and fuck me?”

“It’s only fair. We have to get even. Let’s fuck right now and make them watch.”

“Oh please stop,” Rachel says when Joey stands up and starts unbuckling his belt. “Y'all need marriage counseling and **** **** interventions. Having sex won’t solve anything.”

“But it might,” Joey says, staring at the fire at Monica. She just might be angry and drunk enough to fuck my asshole friend out of spite. What’s fucked up if that I might actually prefer that to counseling and talking about our marriage and mistakes.

She looks from him to me then smirks.

“Oh god, no!” Rachel pleads.