Yes

Monica says, “I’d hate for you to sleep on the couch. And your husband needs consequences. You can join us.”

Phoebe claps her hands excitedly, and her perky tits give the slightly jiggle. “Thank you. I’m small. You’ll barely notice me.” She kicks at her husband who is still on the ground. “Clean up out here before you go to bed.”

I bend down and pick up the bourbon. I say, “It’s almost empty. Want to do a final shot to finish it out.”

Monica says, “Sure. That might help me get back in the mood.” Her hand rubs my lower back.

I pour three shots, and pass one to each of the ladies. Phoebe still hasn’t put her shirt back on. I try to make a toast, but fumble with my words. “Here’s to…ah….ah…shit. Sorry. I can’t think when you got your tits out.”

“You want me to put my shirt back on,” Phoebe teases, rubbing her finger around her dark pierced nipple.

Monica raises her shot, “Here’s to a wild night.”

To the end of a wild night or to the beginning of a wild night?

I take my shot looking between the two sexy women. I put my arm around my wife, and start walking back to the house. Phoebe grabs her shirt and catches up. She snuggles against my other side until I wrap my arm around her as well.

We go inside the house. Phoebe and Monica go to their rooms, and start getting ready for bed. I piss then get a glass of water. As I stand drinking, I hear a soft moan come from Ross’s door. Sound like someone is getting his dick sucked from sticking up for his wife.

I press my ear to the door. I heard rhythmic sucking. Fuck. That could’ve been me. I imagine Rachel pretty mouth wrapped around her husband’s long member. Blood rushes to my cock in excitement.

I jump in surprise when Phoebe taps my shoulder. She smiles at my alarm. She raises her eyebrows. “She’s pretty loud at giving head. It must be really sloppy.”

Im embarrassed at being caught creeping. I check out Phoebe who has finally put back on a t-shirt and is wearing little shorts. I say, “She could be doing that to your husband right now.”

“No way she would ever suck Joey’s dick. She hates him. He made a mistake picking her.” She holds my hand, and pulls me to my room. “He should’ve chose Monica. It’s annoying how much he talks about how much he wants to fuck her.”

“I can’t blame him. She is amazing,” I say opening the door to my room. Monica is sitting in the bed. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt. I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric.

She pats the bed next to her. She asks Phoebe, “Since you’re the guest, do you want the middle or the edge?”