Friends, Very Close Friends

Monica felt her body relax. Her normally taut muscles, always ready to spring into action at the first hint of disruption in her life, were suddenly melting into her shoes.

Thanks to the "help" she got packing, some of her things were not found right away after the move. And on the first day in her new home, she was forced to do the dishes without her latex gloves.

Incredibly, she found that there was something about having her bare hands in hot soapy water that grounded her soul. Now it is the only way she would do them. The heat radiated up through her arms and into her chest and then continued up into her brain. The effect feeling a lot like a shot of tequila but so much more satisfying. The smell of the soap, the newly cleaned dishes, all combining to create her most euphoric sense of being.

Completely absorbed in her favorite pastime, Monica never heard the man creep up behind her. She was shocked out of her reverie when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Her body tensed and a scream started to bubble up in her throat, but when she felt warm breath on her neck and smelled the familiar cologne she relaxed and started to melt again, only this time arching back into his arms.

The warm breath on her neck intensified as the man reacted to her raw sexuality and the warmth of her body leaning into his.

In the last few weeks Monica had been going braless. Chandler loved it, but she didn't do it for him. She wanted this man to have quick access to her breasts for all their little sex charged moments like this. And he knew this and slid a hand into her shirt and fondled and tweaked her. And he was really good at it.

Then a throaty whisper filled her ear and made Monica's skin tingle as she heard words that made her panties wet enough to have to wring out. "Every time I see you, I want to drag you into the bedroom; rip all the clothes off of your perfect body; and kiss every inch of you until I find all your favorite spots."

After each of those last four words Monica received a soft tender kiss. After the word "all", a kiss on the neck near her collarbone. After "your" a sweet kiss up under her jawline. Then with the word "favorite" a smooch near the middle of her neck. The last word 'Spots" was whispered directly into her ear.

The passion in the words, the warm breath on her neck and in her ear, the strong hands and powerful body, it was all too overwhelming. The kiss he pressed into her neck just under her earlobe was the last straw.

Monica's knees buckled and she sensed herself start to fall. But she felt those strong arms hold her back up again and then heard a cute little chuckle.

"Looks like I found one".

She was then easily manhandled as the well-built man spun her around and the couple kissed with breath stealing, heart pounding passion.

When they finally broke off the kiss Monica turned her head up and instantly got lost in the deep brown eyes of her lover. Richard was handsome, sexy and great in bed and Chandler is the love of her life and good looking and okay in bed. But this man was gorgeous and sex with him was on a whole other level, almost sex 2.0. And she'd secretly had a thing for him since the day they met.

She reached up and ran her still damp and soapy fingers through his hair but when he bent to kiss her, she dropped her hands and lovingly pushed him away.

After several moments of nothing but heavy breathing and whispers filling the kitchen, Monica, with a passionate throaty chuckle, said " Joey; we can't. Chandler and the twins will be home any second now."

Joey's face took on that impish grin of his that had won him hundreds of women as he said "No they won't. I convinced him that I needed a meatball sub and I had to stay and wait for a call from my agent. That gives us like ten minutes."

Monica smiled seductively and mumbled, "Well that only leaves time for one thing." Then she fell to her knees in front of Joey and attacked his belt and zipper and swept all of it to his shoes. Of course he was going commando. His erection had been straining for release already and when finally set free the "Little General" instantly stood at full attention.

This point of view was very familiar to Joey, so much so that he couldn't even begin to name the women that belonged to the tops of all those heads. But he was never going to forget Monica. She was different, she was special.

When his breathing started to get faster and louder Monica did the thing that made Joey's whole-body spasm. With her lips clamped tightly around just the little general's head and her mouth compressed as tight as possible, she looked up and locked eyes with him.

Joey was instantly mesmerized. He knew this was wrong. Chandler was like his brother, and he could tell that Monica was struggling with those same feelings, but they had no choice.

Once he moved into their spare room. they found themselves together a lot and then one day not too long ago, it just happened. They got too close to each other and when their eyes met you could almost see the sparks firing back and forth between them. At that point it couldn't be stopped, and it wasn't long before they found themselves alone and they had to accept their fate.

Now he couldn't get enough of her. Monica was incredibly beautiful. He loved her hair and those oh so kissable lips, but there was something about Monica's eyes that ruled his thoughts. They looked like the sky and an iceberg had a baby. People might call them crystal blue but hers were deeper, special. Joey felt hypnotized by them. He'd didn't understand why for all these years he'd never seen her like this before, but now that he did, he was captivated.

Monica widened those incredible eyes as big as she could make them and locked onto the half-lidded eyes of her lover. Slowly Monica started pulling her lips back until they kind of popped off the rim of the general's helmet.

Joey's cock twitched and a shudder ran through his body when it "popped". He watched entranced as she placed her mouth back into position, sucked, and did it again. At the same time, she pressed her still warm hands against his scrotum and gently massaged his testicles. The sensation was overwhelming. It didn't take but a few of these manipulations before his whole body locked rigidly and his explosion shot down Monica's throat.

After Monica cleaned him, she said "Now get out of here before they come home, I'll see you later.".

Joey redressed and kissed her deeply and went back to his room.

A few days later, Monica was prepping the food for the party they were throwing to celebrate the first anniversary of them living here. Everybody was going to be there. They even arranged it so that Ben, Emma, Jack and Erica were all having a sleepover at their various grandparents' homes. So, it would just be the gang.

Pheobe and Mike would be there, fresh from their cruise around the world on one of those luxury liners. Rachel and Ross of course, even Carol and Susan said they would come. All coming to be thoroughly entertained by the perfect hostess in the perfect house. Monica smiled as she pictured the perfect party.

Like Deja vu a pair of arms encircled her waist and broke her reverie. Only she was well familiar with these arms, Chandler. Once again, she felt warm breath in her ear as her husband whispered in his cute little boy voice,

"We're all alone, wanna go in the bedroom and, {chuckle} you know.".

Monica turned so she was facing him and realized she was being torn in two. She still loved Chandler. She adored the way he was so attentive and supporting. He was a good husband and a good father. And although she loved him and liked the feel of his arms around her, it wasn't the same.

She hated cheating on him, but he didn't make her swoon. He couldn't flip her switches like Joey could. Sex with Chandler was becoming unacceptable. She realized she was becoming addicted to sex with Joey and her body involuntarily stiffened a little against Chandlers embrace.

Chandler was unable to keep the fact that he noticed her reluctant hesitation from showing on his face, and Monica died a little more inside at the hurt that was displayed there. "I can't right now I have a lot of preparations to handle for the party tonight."

The hurt look deepened and then disappeared behind a fake smile as he released his grasp and she turned back to continue her prep work. "Okay maybe tonight then." Monica felt her heart rip a little more as her husband walked dejectedly away.

She hated this, but she was powerless to stop it. Every time she and Joey got near each other they left little metaphorical burn marks everywhere when the sparks flew.

Joey walked into the kitchen and saw Monica cutting little radishes. He watched her work for a bit, thoroughly enjoying the way her ass jiggled when she moved. Then broke out of his reverie and said, "Hey Mon, you think I could borrow the minivan to go pick up my date?"

The words stung her; the unstoppable flash of jealousy burned straight through her. But they had already discussed this. It wasn't fair to ask him to be the only one by himself all night. Although he did get a little sketchy when she'd asked who he was bringing.

Monica gathered herself and said, "Of course, but hurry back, the party starts at eight."

Monica was in full hurricane mode. It was different throwing a party in a big house as opposed to their former relatively small apartment.

Their old place may have been considered big for most New Yorkers, but a house was so much harder to control. Every time she went into a room, she would find a mess that needed attention or somebody doing something that she didn't like. And as soon as she handled one problem, she would walk into another room and find a new disaster.

She was a whirlwind of movement for the entire party, but she was smiling the whole night. She'd never felt more needed.

This was the first time the whole gang had gotten together since the move. Unfortunately, it had been chaotic, and tension filled since the moment Joey walked through the door with Chloe.

Pheobe was the first to corner him and get in his face. "What the hell were you thinking bringing the 'we were on a break" girl as your date? You knew Rachel and Ross were going to be here!" This was all said in a whispered scream.

Joey gave her his best "aw shucks" persona, "I ran into her at the store today when Monica sent me to get stuff. Her grandmother lives around here and so I invited her to the party. I didn't want to be the only one here alone."

Pheobe always melted when Joey gave the sad puppy eyes, and it worked on her again tonight. "Well, just keep her away from everybody, especially Rachel. Keep her safe. Actually, she's probably safer than you are. Watch your back!" She spun around and stomped away.

Joey shook his head and went to look for Monica.

Rachel did her best all night to avoid being in the same room as "that copy place girl". She'd never seen Monica happier, and she didn't want to be the one to spoil her party. So, she did her best to suppress her anger. But it was really, really hard. She'd never been so furious.

How could Joey have brought her here. He'd never been so insensitive, and she'd never been madder at him.

And Ross! That jerk! They were hip deep in their wedding plans; but now she didn't know if it was going to happen. When Rachel saw Chloe come through the door, she turned to say something to Ross and froze.

Her heart felt like it was in one of those huge car crushers and it was getting squished into a tiny cube.

It wasn't just the look on his face; it was the way his eyes slowly took in the rest of her with her perfect body squeezed into a too short skirt and her almost busting out breasts packed into a halter top that in Rachel's opinion was tacky and two sizes too small.

But worse of all it was that quick flash of remembrance she saw wash across his face like a roaming spotlight in a prison yard. It was that look, and that almost imperceptible little twitch at the corner of his lip. A quick memory that triggered the start of a smile that he thought he caught in time.

He started to say something, but she shushed him then sat fuming for a long time.

She'd already had two drinks tonight, which was usually her limit, but she felt all that old anger bubbling up and it seemed her whole life was crumbling down on her head. When Ross tried to speak again, she cut him off and left him sitting there as she headed for the booze.

She walked to the bar setup in the dining room and came upon Chandler. He looked like he had exceeded his limit already. In fact, it looked like everybody had as there were empty cups and bottles everywhere. And for no good reason she started to get mad at Chandler too. It was his stupid house anniversary that brought that slut back into their lives. Stupid Joey, stupid party.

Even though he had long since passed "half in the bag" Chandler took one look at her face and for the first time all night he left the room with the booze in it and bailed for the kitchen.

Stumbling into the kitchen he ran into Chloe sitting at the table. "Well, hi Chloe! You look stantafic, I mean fancastic. You look fancastic." When she smiled up at him, Chandler felt encouraged and emboldened, and he went to go sit next to her. In doing so he tripped himself on a chair leg and fell into the table and spilled the margarita Chloe was drinking straight into her lap.

She jumped out of her chair and shouted, "Son of a bitch!" and ran off towards the bathroom.

Chandler cried out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." and staggered after her. His head was spinning, and his happy life was ending, and he thought he might have to throw up again.

Rachel quickly poured herself a double shot of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. It didn't help. She didn't think there was enough liquor left in the house to make this better. Screw it, she was going to try anyways. She poured another, downed it, then grabbed a bottle of beer.

That's when Ross came in looking for her. "Rachel, there you are. Talk to me."

"I've got nothing to say to you Ross. Just leave me alone." Rachel grabbed her beer and left the room.

As he watched her storm out, Ross's chin fell to his chest. A deep depression hit him like a sonic blast. He couldn't believe this. We were past all this. We were in a great place. We were happy. And all gone because of Joey. "I'm gonna kill him!" But he didn't go looking for Joey, he didn't want to come face to face with Chloe, so he just went back to the living room and sat in a corner and closed his eyes and pondered why these things always happened to him.

Monica had just cleaned up somebody's barf-a-thon in the bathroom when she walked back into the main living area. The only ones still in the room were Carol, Susan and her brother.

Carol greeted her with, "Monica, this is a great party."

Her perpetual smile widened even more. "Thanks Carol. So, you're having a good time?"

Carol looked a little wobbly in the knees; but Susan looked hammered. With only a slight slur Carol said "We're having a great time. In fact, we're actually celebrating two things tonight. Susan just got promoted."

"Congratulations Susan!" When Monica got excited, she got loud, and right now she was excited as she could be. Not only has her party been an incredible success, but Joey had just found her and suggested she meet him in his room in fifteen minutes. The anticipation had super charged all her nerve endings.

Unfortunately, her congratulations had been met by a scowl from Susan as its volume blasted through the poor woman's brain.

Monica noticed and asked if she wanted to lay down for a while.

Susan nodded gratefully, she had had way too much to drink. It had started with a celebratory bottle of champagne at work and was followed by one too many margaritas here tonight.

The couple followed Monica to the kid's room. There was a huge couch on one side of the room across from the cribs. "When they were really little, I couldn't stand to be away from them, so I spent many nights sleeping on that couch. Rest up and come back out when you're ready."

"Thank you." "Thank you." The two women echoed each other as Monica slipped out the door closing it most of the way as she left.

Monica went back into the living room and stopped to ponder where everyone was. I guess Mike and Phoebe must have gone home. And I haven't seen Chandler all night, which was probably a good thing. Ross looked like he was passed out in the corner, and she couldn't remember the last time she saw Rachel. Wondering where Chloe was never crossed her mind. She had forgotten she was there.

She was on her way to Joey's room when she saw the mess in the kitchen. It looked like somebody had dumped a whole pitcher of Margaritas on the floor. She grabbed a sponge and towels and went to work. She caught herself humming while she cleaned, and her smile grew even wider.

Chandler felt as blue as he'd ever been. He'd blown it with Monica, the love of his life. His entire universe was dominated by his love for her and the twins. The worst part was, he didn't know what he'd done.

All he knew was that she had drawn away from him, they hadn't made love in weeks. And he was overwhelmingly horny. He'd gone longer without sex before many times, but now it was different. Monica had stoked whatever latent sexual prowess he had buried deep inside and now Chandler needed sex.

And then today, her reaction and dismissal of his request had hurt him and dropped him into eternal despair. It was all driving him crazy.

He'd had way too much to drink tonight, he knew that. He knew that even thinking about flirting with Chloe was wrong. But he had always had a thing for her, and he was constantly aroused by the littlest things. And Monica was nowhere to be seen.

All his conflicting feelings along with too many drinks turned his stomach into a whirlpool. He'd already thrown up once tonight and here it comes again. He rushed to the bathroom.

Rachel had spent some time using the second bathroom. Just sitting on the toilet, sipping her beer. She had to use the second bathroom because somebody had befouled the main one. She sat and thought long and hard about her life, and her and Ross. It was starting to drag her into the deepest most depressed state she had ever known.

But she did realize she couldn't stay in there all night, so she made herself stand and go out into the hall. She staggered deeper into the house. She thought she might lay down on Monica's bed for a while. She didn't realize it, but tears streamed down her face.

Pheobe grabbed Mike's naked taut ass and encouraged him to go faster, harder.

They had slipped into Monica's bedroom once it seemed that everyone had calmed down about the Chloe situation. But she was still a little mad at Joey.

Poor Rachel, Phoebe could tell how hurt she'd looked but she couldn't think of anything to say to her, so she and Mike spent most of the party in the backyard under the New York sky that they never got to see living in the city. It reminded them both of some of the nights on their cruise. Their love grew stronger, and they got lost in each other's arms. It wasn't long before the romantic night and a few wine coolers sent them to the bed.

Mike's body tensed and Pheobe knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his cannon. She reached her hand down between them and started hammering her clit. She knew what it took to make herself come and she knew how to get there.

It wasn't long before strong guttural noises came out of Mike and her own chest emitted the unstoppable primordial moans that always emanated from her during orgasm. It fascinated her. She reached up to hug Mike. They were both very tanned from their cruise and she thought they looked like golden gods. That's when she saw the door open a crack.

Rachel paused at the door with the knob in her hand. Even through her alcoholic stupor she could tell what those noises coming from the bedroom were. She never would understand why she decided to go in that room that night, but she couldn't stop herself. She opened the door and saw who it was. Mike and Pheobe both heaving and tightly coiled in a post coital hug.

Rachel went to close the door when her and Phoebe's eyes locked.

Phoebe thought she knew how much Rachel was hurting until she saw her face. The deep hurt and tears in her eyes devastated Phoebe's soul and were immediately reflected on her own face, including the tears. She hated when that happened. She needed to fix this. Without even thinking about Mike, Phoebe reached out her hand to Rachel.

Rachel was drawn to that hand like she was caught in one of those Star Trek laser retractor thingies. She had absolutely no control over her actions. It was like she was on auto pilot. With here gaze fixed on it she walked towards that outstretched hand.

Mike turned to see what Phoebe was reaching for. When he saw Rachel come through the doorway his first instinct was to find some covers to hide under. Then he noticed that Rachel hadn't even looked at him. Her eyes were locked onto Pheobe's beckoning hand. Mike's blood started pounding again when he saw what she did walking to the bed.

Rachel started to shed her clothing. Her shoes slipped off and were kicked aside. She reached to her hip and slid the zipper of her skirt down and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and kept on towards that hand. Inside she understood that that hand would reach down and pull her out of the deep depressing hole she'd fallen into. The buttons undone, she pulled her top off. The bra and panties fell without a second thought.

Mike was frozen in shock. That striptease left him breathless. When the skirt fell, he smiled, when the top came off, he started to get hard again. Rachel went braless all the time so seeing her perkies wasn't that big of a deal but her bra this evening was see through and that sight was instantly arousing.

He was very aware that he was still holding his wife, but hey, she was the one making this happen. When the underwear fell, Mike's erection was back in full force. Rachel was a goddess.

Phoebe is still the most beautiful woman he's ever known, and the sexiest woman he has ever been with, but Rachel had an animal appeal that thrilled him. And he was about to be naked in bed with both of them. Fearing someone would walk in on them and ruin this amazing development, he jumped up, erection waving, and locked the door.

Carol and Susan were both a little overwarm from the liquor, so they shed some of their clothing before they lay down together on the couch. "Are you going to be okay?" Carol asked.

Susan mumbled that she'd be fine, but she wanted to close her eyes for a few minutes. "But don't let me fall asleep!"

"I won't." Carol whispered in her ear as she gave her a kiss on the cheek and closed her own eyes.

Ten minutes later Carol's body gave a jolt, and she snapped awake. Susan was sound asleep, snoring lightly beside her. Carol reached over her and kissed her on the lips. It didn't work so she partly crawled on top of her.

Carol usually got horny when she drank and tonight was no different. She kissed her again, this time pressing the kiss and flicking her tongue between Susan's slightly open lips. Her hand slid down Susan's shoulder and caressed her breast.

Susan started to respond a little so Carol pushed even farther into Susan's mouth. She ran her tongue across the slick perfect teeth it encountered. She kneaded her breast with more intensity and was pleased when Susan suddenly came around somewhat and responded. Carol could tell Susan was still really drunk, but she didn't care because apparently, they were both very hot and ready to go.

After cleaning up that last mess, she took another quick glance around for Chandler. Not seeing him anywhere, Monica excitedly bolted for Joey's room.

After wallowing in his misery for many minutes, Ross raised his head and took in his surroundings. Where was everybody? He stood and left the room calling Rachel's name.

Chandler burst through the bathroom door and froze. It didn't matter how much he'd had to drink at this moment because he was instantly much more sober. A naked Chloe was just stepping into the shower.

Chloe paused unabashedly and gave her coyest smile to the popeyed stud standing in the doorway. She figured what the hell. I'm horny and Joey didn't spend two minutes talking to me through the whole party. She smiled at Chandler and said, "I had to shower after you spilled that drink on me. You know this is your fault, you should come help me clean it all off." Then she stepped into the already running shower and let the curtain fall.

Chandler saw Chloes tank top and skirt soaking in the sink. Floating on top was a black thong that looked more like two shoelaces tied together. Chandler was very skilled at undressing quickly, but this time he might have set a record. He wanted Chloe with an intensity he couldn't damper, and he was just a bit too drunk still to stop himself. Naked and with his manhood already at full length and in his hand, he locked the door and stepped into the shower with her.

Rachel finally reached her salvation and the second their hands met Pheobe grasped Rachel and pulled her into bed with them.

Rachel landed on top of Pheobe and the two of them locked mouths in oblivious euphoria.

Rachels exotic clothes disappearing walk had hit Pheobe hard as well. In fact, she was so erotically charged she felt really close to another orgasm.

The thought "This is Rachel! What are we doing?" flashed momentarily through her mind but she closed those misgivings away and remembered that this was her friend who was hurting. And she was going to make her feel better.

She turned her attention to the kiss they were sharing. It was an intoxicating mix of lips, tongues, saliva and tears. A very wet kiss indeed, but beautiful and powerful too.

Pheobe focused on the feel of Rachels breast pressed into her own. Her nipples so prominent and hard rubbing against her own chest. The sudden extra heat emanating from between their legs. The familiar but still unfamiliar smell wafting up between them. Rachel and Pheobe had kissed once before, but this time it was different, and special. Instead of a friendly girl on girl kiss, it was one charged with passion and need.

Monica didn't bother to knock. She just silently slid into Joey's room, locking the door behind her.

When Ross went looking for somebody to talk to, all he found were a bunch of locked doors.

It sounded like somebody was taking a shower in the locked bathroom and Chandler had been so plowed he must have locked the door to his room and passed out on the bed. And Joey's door was also locked, and nobody would answer his knocks.

Still looking for someone to talk to, and having looked most everywhere else, he swung the door of the twin's room open. Ross froze, completely entranced, and at the same time appalled, at the sight in front of him.

Carol saw Ross arrive and broke off what she had been doing and frantically sat up on the couch. In the position they had been in Susan's head had been turned the other way and she hadn't seen Ross yet. Carol wondered how she would react when she did, but more than that the look on Ross's hang-dogged face tore at her heartstrings. She could almost see the misery pouring out of him.

The blood pounding in Ross's ears was making an echo of the screams he was hearing in his head. It was his own voice he heard but sadder, whinier and more pathetic than he'd ever heard it before. "Why me! What did I do to deserve this! What a horrible night." He'd actually seen the two of them together before and somehow even though it was so long ago, somehow seeing them naked and together tonight hurt more.

Susan had no idea why Carol had stopped, but she was well on her way to ecstasy, and she had no intention of putting the brakes on now. She reached out to regather Carol into her arms when she saw Ross in the doorway.

She vividly remembered her first night with Carol and how much she wished Ross hadn't been there. But her and Ross had grown closer over time. And she would never forget what he did for their marriage.

And even though she wanted no part of sex with Ross, she knew how deep Carol's feelings for him went. She looked into Carol's eyes and instinctively knew what she wanted. "It's okay."

Carol smiled gratefully and said, "Come here Ross."

Joey stood in front of his full-length mirror admiring his own body. Monica couldn't blame him; it was quite a sight to see.

Joey saw her enter the room and surreptitiously watched in the mirror as she shed her clothing, uncharacteristically letting them fall to the floor and then ignoring the messy pile.

She only had one thing on her mind right then, and that was the man turning toward her now. The sight of her nakedness had his erection bobbing and throbbing and Monica's gaze zeroed in on it. They embraced emphatically and Monica marveled at the hardness that was now pressed between them.

Kissing her deeply, Joey lifted her and maneuvered her into position then lowered her onto himself. He then walked over and lowered her to his bed.

When Chandler entered the shower, he was greeted with what looked like a Rennaissance painting. Chloe's body was breathtaking, and it literally did take his breath away. It took several seconds before he could breathe again.

While rubbing soap seductively on her breasts, Chloe marveled at the pure desire she saw on his face and inwardly was surprised that he had as nice a body as he did. She smiled at him again and then turned towards the water.

Chandler loved Monica's tight little butt, but Chloe's was shaped like the proverbial peach, and he almost shot his load right then. On now slightly steadier legs he came up behind her and kissed her neck.

Chloe turned into his embrace and kissed him deeply. She ran her hand down to his turgid tool and grasped it in a death grip.

Chandler braced at the sudden pressure but then relaxed again when she loosened her grip.

She gave him only a half second to relax before she clamped onto it again.

Chandler caught onto what she was doing and started to enjoy the contrasting feelings. The blood pounding in his head was now matched by the stop and go pulsing of the blood in his penis. He was getting too aroused and was as ready for this as he could ever be.

He pulled her hand off his hardened member and gently pushed Chloe up against the tiled wall. And because they were close to the same height, he was able to slip himself into her without having to bend down like he did with Monica. He went as deep as he could and was happy when Chloe gave a satisfied moan. She was tight and warm, and he was in heaven.

Standing in front of the door, Mike watched his wife kissing another woman, and one of her best friends at that. He soaked in everything he was seeing, he wanted to remember this night forever.

Seeing Rachel's prone body lying on top of his wife was an incredible image. Both of their bodies started to writhe a bit as they lost themselves in the kiss.

Pheobe tore away from Rachel and looked up to see the desire in her husband's gaze. When Rachel went to kiss her again, she put both of her hands on Rachel's head and gently pushed it south.

Rachel hesitated only for a second than eagerly moved her body down to give Pheobe what she wanted.

Mike gasped when Rachels head partially disappeared between Phoebe's now raised knees. His head almost exploded when Phoebe motioned him over and pointed at the bent over perfect ass that he had been so intently admiring. He didn't hesitate, he jumped up on the bed and even though he meant to be gentle, he couldn't control his passion as he savagely entered Rachel from behind.

Ross was confused. Was she mad at him? Was she going to hit him for barging in on them like he did? Why was she calling him into the room with them with what they were just doing to each other? But there was a commanding tone in Carol's voice, and he felt himself drawn deeper into the room almost against his will.

When he'd crept close enough Carol reached up and pulled him onto the couch between herself and Susan. Ross looked at his naked ex-wife's body. A body he knew very well but hadn't seen in a long time. He then turned his head and soaked in Susan's.

She was incredibly sexy, but like her, he also vividly remembered the last time the three of them were naked together. It wasn't really a fond memory for him. He was worried the same thing was going to happen again, and for some reason he could never fathom, Rachel was completely absent from his mind.

Susan saw the conflicting emotions that flitted across Ross's face. Confusion, want, maybe even a little fear. Her buzz and her still throbbing girl parts overshadowed any hesitation she had as she leaned over and kissed Ross. His concerned look was swiftly replaced by one of complete bewilderment.

Monica dug her nails into Joeys back. He tensed a bit at the unexpected pain, but the feeling instantly fueled his fervor. He pounded her harder. He could feel his balls bouncing off her ass. He could hear the squish; plop sound they made every time he pulled out and re-entered her warmth. When he started to tire some, he thrust himself as deep into her womanly depths as he could get.

When he was fully engulfed, he stopped and just held himself inside her. He pressed his pelvic bone as forcefully as he could down onto her clit. He then started flexing his stomach muscles which caused his cock to twitch slightly.

He was close now. He stared deeply into those sapphire eyes that were now shrouded in passion and brought his hands up to hold her head as he kissed her deeply and intensely.

Monica felt the slight vibration Joey's manipulations were causing. She felt stuffed, she felt full, she felt fulfilled. She grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and helped apply more pressure to her clit. It felt squished and tingly. She felt a solitary tear roll down her cheek.

She also felt her orgasm washing over her. It started in the middle then exploded through her veins.

Joey felt her orgasm rush through both of them and that was all she wrote. He emptied everything he had to offer into her. They held each other tightly as they let their breathing even out.

Chandler leaned back and watched his dick slowly disappear and reappear from between Chloe's exquisite ass cheeks. The steamy shower along with the overwhelming excitement had sobered him up almost completely.

He wanted this to last forever, but he knew better. He was going to lose it soon. And soon was now. He moved up against her and started pumping more enthusiastically.

Chloe maneuvered one of her hands to a point where she could flick herself with her thumb and at the same time lightly scrape her nails across the underside of Chandler's organ every time it went in and out of her.

This was more than he could stand, and Chandlers body went into full rigor mortis when he came.

He hadn't lasted long enough for Chloe to get hers, but that was alright. Any sex was still better than no sex. And she could finish on her own after she kicked him out.

Chandler staggered down the hall towards the bedroom with his clothes in his hands. She'd kicked him out so fast he didn't have time to put them on. He headed for his bedroom, but he found it locked; so, he shrugged and decided he'd have another drink to celebrate having had sex with Chloe. On his way back to the dining room he saw an opened half full bottle of beer in the second bathroom. He sat on the floor and finished it. "Waste not, want not."

Rachel was lost in her first real girl on girl sex. She had no idea why she hadn't done this before, every bit of it so far had been beyond amazing. Somehow, she instinctively knew what to touch, how to kiss, where to lick, what to gently tug on with her teeth. And it seemed like what she was doing was working; because Pheobe's excitement and pleasure were becoming pronounced, audible and intense.

Phoebe's body was totally in tune with Rachel's incredibly adept manipulations as her hands started to massage her own breasts. But her mind was lost in watching Mike come up behind the unsuspecting diner that was currently eating her out. She giggled in her own head, "I'm so funny." This was going to be good.

She knew most of Mike's sex looks, but this one was new. It looked like his soul had left his body and only a sex starved animal remained. Her body shimmied. It wasn't a real climax, but she knew one was coming, and it almost happened when she saw the unforgettable look on Rachel's face when Mike slammed into her.

After that brief second where she'd opened the door to see her friends in their erotic embrace, Rachel had been so lost in Phoebe that she had forgotten Mike was there. She didn't notice the mattress shift when he climbed up on it. With what she was busy doing she never saw Pheobe's eyes intently watching what was happening behind her.

She was completely oblivious until she felt large hands grasp her hips. Before she could even react to this unexpected intrusion of her glorious sex haze, somebody shoved a telephone pole up into her most sensitive spot.

She stiffened rigidly and couldn't stop a small scream from escaping her lips. She felt like she'd been harpooned. Her throat tightened slightly, and she briefly wondered if it had reached all the way there. She felt stuffed.

It still hadn't dawned on her who this actually was, but she knew it wasn't Ross. Ross didn't fill her like this.

She turned her head to see Mike with his own head thrown back so far that his Adam's apple thrust out prominently. When she turned back to look at Pheobe, she was astounded by her friend's fully engrossed expression.

Pheobe's yearning reheated the fire inside of Rachel. By this time Mike had started rhythmically burying himself inside her than gently and slowly pulling out again and then ramming it as deep as it would go, then slowly retracting, then bam, hard and as deep as he could penetrate. Each time he went hilt deep she gasped and her body involuntarily clenched.

This was starting to trigger something in her. After the shock and light pain from his first entry she had been able to relax and start to get into it. Now every hard thrust was anticipated, and every slow withdrawal was exquisite torture. Completely absorbing the waves of pleasure and heat that coursed through her, Rachel returned her attention to Pheobe's delicious honey pot.

Mike couldn't believe how tight Rachel was. When he first took her and she stiffened he felt the walls of her vagina squeeze him tightly. It was the first time he had ever felt this sensation so strongly and it was making him go crazy.

Even after having a baby her body looked and felt like it must have in high school. It was like the cheerleader inside lived on.

He pulled out slowly just to feel that tightness along the complete length. Then he thrust again, and her stiffening hit him like a brick. This was incredible.

He could tell she was starting to respond, and this fueled the flames raging in his loins. He tore his eyes from Rachel's backside and looked up at his wife. Rachel's mouth had brought Phoebe to the very verge of coming, Mike knew she was close. This brought him to the very precipice himself, and he shifted from his current rhythm into a full-on jackhammer pounding.

Rachel could sense Phoebe's imminent orgasm and at the same time Mike's sudden shift into overdrive brought her close to her own.

Unbelievably, they all started making noise at the same time.

Mike groaned.

Rachel moaned.

And that throaty rumble rose up from Pheobe's gut.

Nobody could say later who came first or if they all came at the same time, but it didn't really matter. The three of them collapsed on top of Pheobe for just a moment before Mike gently withdrew from Rachel's heavenly folds and tight warm grip and rolled off of them. He feared he was squashing his wife, or he would never have pulled out.

Rachel, for just that brief time that they were stacked like pancakes, felt like her world was whole again. She was whole again. She was oblivious to the sweat dripping on her, and off her and pooled between her and this wonderful friend who may have saved her life tonight. well at least her sanity.

She had no idea where this was going or what lay ahead of her, but right now the world was good again.

Phoebe had a smile on her face. She was so happy to see that Rachel did as well. Once again Pheobe soaked in the sight of the three bodies pressed together. With her and Mike's tans and Rachel's pasty white skin "We look like a marshmallow fluff sandwich!" She didn't say it out loud, but it made the Pheobe in her head laugh.

Rachel gasped when Mike withdrew, a fleeting emptiness overcame her, but she pushed that aside and hugged her friend tightly.

Susan stood and the sudden movement made Ross flinch. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." she quipped. She laid her hand on his shoulder and walked around him to Carol's side of the couch. She pointed to the far end of the couch and told Ross to move himself down there.

He started to move, however reluctantly, but in his head, he was lamenting the situation. This was going to be just like last time. He knew it. Ross couldn't go through that again, so he changed his mind about moving and just stood and headed for the door.

Susan whispered, "Take his clothes off." to Carol, who jumped up and dragged Ross back towards the end of the couch.

She was thrilled that Susan was okay with this. Before Ross could stumble through an objection, she reached down and started taking his pants off.

This was not what he was expecting and a jolt of excitement coursed through his nervous system. As Carol moved on to the rest of his clothing Ross tried to help her, but his attention was drawn to what Susan had done.

She had lain down on the couch with her head very near his now nearly naked body. She looked like one of those old paintings that hung in every brothel in the old west. The voluptuous breasts and wide hips. She oozed sex appeal and Ross realized he wanted her more than he thought he did. It wasn't long before his burgeoning growth was displayed fully, only inches from her widening eyes.

Susan had never been interested in the male figure, so she surprised herself when she started to feel tingles as she watched her wife undress her ex. And although the hardened male member had always repelled her, right now with the way she was feeling she told herself it was just another fascinating part of her incredible day.

When Carol pulled his shorts down and his love snake, she'd heard them called that once and thought it was funny, sprang free, Susan didn't feel repulsed at all. She was confusedly intrigued by it. She still didn't want to fuck Ross, but she was feeling more comfortable touching him.

Carol pushed Ross down onto the couch, then got up and laid herself down on top of Susan but in the opposite direction of which Susan lay.

Ross watched the two women fall into a much-practiced dance of the tongues. He was entranced, but still feeling like he was being left out, only now with his nakedness he was also feeling a little tortured as well.

He was also well aware that his slightly drooping erection was inches from Susan's face and Carol's inviting ass. His whole demeanor shifted when he saw what Susan was now doing to Carol.

Susan put her hands on Carol's thighs and gave a small push. Carol sensing where she was going raised her hips a few inches off Susan's glistening face. Her private parts were now exposed. Susan pushed her fingers into Carol's quivering lips. She gently spread her wide and then looked up and behind her at Ross. "She's waiting."

Ross needed no more encouragement than that. He got up on his knees and positioned himself behind his ex-wife. He'd dreamed of this in the past many times only never had Susan been in any of those dreams. Now with Carol looking back at him, pleading in her eyes, and knowing Susan had a closer than front row seat, he pushed into her part way, backed off some then started a slow steady pumping.

Susan watched, fully hypnotized by Ross's sperm sack swaying back and forth mere micrometers from her face and couldn't stop herself when she brought her head up a little and kissed that wrinkled ball bag as it swung by.

It didn't gross her out like she thought it would, it was soft and bouncy, and Carol had gone back to eating her which charged her senses and started the tingles again, so she continued trying to kiss his nuts.

She traded between the right and left ball each time they swung by, she soon switched to trying to catch one in her mouth. It was a sexy fun game she thought and then wondered what she would do if she actually caught one.

Ross started to feel a new sensation that thrilled him in way he didn't know possible. Warm soft lips kissing and tugging at his balls. Knowing it was Susan doing it intensified everything. When she started grasping and tugging them with that velvety mouth of hers, Ross started to swoon.

He slowed his pace letting her have easier access. When he felt her catch one, he stopped and marveled at the feel of it. When he felt her suck it deep into her mouth and felt her tongue swirl around it, he lost the last of his staying power and started to thrust maniacally into Carol.

Susan grasped tighter with her lips when Ross's movements sped up and threatened to rip the testicle right out of her mouth. She managed to hold it long enough to feel it jerk and twitch when Ross came. The sensation was unique and interesting, and she found that she didn't mind it at all.

Carol felt Ross explode inside her and she collapsed on top of Susan. She felt satisfied and content. And glad that she could ease the pain that she'd seen in Ross's eyes.

Ross gently extracted himself and fell back onto his end of the couch. He was gob smacked when Susan rolled over and started to lick him clean.

Monica walked through the dark house and headed for her bedroom. She found the door locked so she knocked and called Chandler's name. The three naked spent bodies on her bed never heard her.

Chandler must be really mad she thought but then found him naked on the floor of the second bathroom, with his clothes in a pile and an empty beer bottle in his hand.

She smiled at the sight but turned to go back to Joey's room. She needed to feel those arms around her again. She couldn't help it.

All night she had purposely avoided the dining room where the bar was. She knew if she went in there, she would spend the rest of her party in the dining room cleaning up little messes. Going against all her instincts she never even looked in there.

She knew it would be bad, but she had to look now when she passed by. It was horrific, a nightmare that made her smile. Something to look forward to.

Chloe finally came out of the bathroom, only to find an empty house. She walked around calling Joey's name but finally gave up and called a taxi. On her way out the door she saw a leather bag hanging in the entry way that she had seen Joey wear before. She took it and went back to her grandma's.