Author's note: This is a very personal kink of mine, and since I'm full-time mondler trash but occasionally chanoey trash too, I thought "why not?"
I just adore Chandler and want him to get thoroughly loved, so yeah, it's a chandler-focused threesome in a wet dream. I hope this is enjoyable for someone, anyone, really HAHAH
Getting over an ex-girlfriend who you found yourself madly in love with was a very difficult task. The fact that you've overcome your commitment fears, and even risked your relationship with your best friend to be with her, only to end up being cheated on – that made everything worse.
Chandler had really believed Kathy had been the one, and now that he didn't have her anymore, he was at a loss what to do.
Picturing himself with other people was almost happening – well, he'd thought it had been happening when the girls started talking about other girls. He had three very attractive female friends, and picturing them engaging in some girl-on-girl action was hot. Picturing himself in the middle of it made everything better. Dreaming about it was the cherry on top, but his brain loathed him as much as he loathed himself, so the promising dream had been ruined. Tonight marks the second night of phase three, he'd thought after drinking himself to sleep, in the hopes of having better dreams this time.
Everybody had left and he was already in bed, tiredness overcoming his entire body, dark room and comforting silent – here we go again, dreamland.
He opened his eyes again, but he could tell right away he was dreaming. He loved that kind of dream – when things felt real but he could tell right away they weren't. When he moved his body to the side, he gasped in surprise by seeing no one other than Monica there, looking at him with a devilish grin. For a moment he wondered why her of all people, but it made sense – he had always found her the most attractive woman he had ever met. If anyone would exclusively show up in a wet dream, that would most definitely be her. Well, he wasn't sure yet if that was going to be a wet dream, but he sure as hell hoped so. When he trailed his eyes over her body though – yep, definitely a wet dream. She was lying on her side, supporting her body on her elbow, and her head on her hand. She was wearing black underwear – just a very tiny ensemble of bra and panties. Her body exposed, her skin looking soft as he (had always) imagined. Knowing it was his dream, and he could do whatever he wanted with his brain's version of Monica, he moved his hand to cup her face, kissing her softly. She moaned in his lips, moving her own hand over to his neck, and getting her leg over his hips. He was definitely hard already, enjoying the kiss that albeit unreal was unbelievably delicious. All of a sudden, he'd noticed they were naked already – for once, thanks, brain! Good work! Way to go! It would be great to spare some time from undressing and put it to use for the sex part. (Once more) he would be dreaming about having sex with Monica, and he knew that would be great. The kissing had gotten pretty intense already – they were abusing each other's lips, nibbling and licking and going for necks and shoulders and ears. Her hands were tugging on his hair, and he couldn't wait anymore, so he moved one of his hands to reach down for her genitalia, groaning against her lips when his fingertips touched her entrance and felt the wetness between her legs.
Suddenly, he felt a hand around his penis, and was confused for a second since he could feel both her hands still tangled into his hair. Next thing he noticed was the fact that the hand around his member – squeezing it and pumping it up and down already – was much stronger than the softness he'd expected from the girl he was kissing. Right after that, he could feel some hot breathing on his nape and some chest hair tickling his back. He stopped the kissing to turn around to see Joey, of all people, naked, behind him. He was about to curse his brain for screwing up with yet another wet dream, but then he caught sight of Joey's flushed face and found himself getting even more aroused than he was before.
Joey's hand never stopped pumping his dick and Monica's hand moved to fondle his balls. Chandler just gasped at that. He was in turmoil; wonderful sensations taking control of his everything. His evident agitation didn't seem to stop the other two. Joey craned his head to capture Chandler's lips and Monica moved closer to lick and suck on his neck. Chandler kissed Joey back – Monica's lips were amazingly soft, and he didn't expect Joey's to feel that soft too, but as he kissed this mirage of his roommate, he got lost into how good it felt. Joey's kisses were rougher than Monica's – he bit on Chandler's lips a little more forcefully than she did. Chandler felt like he could enjoy both ways of being kissed, so he turned his head back to Monica, kissing her again while Joey took care of his neck this time. His hand was still in her genitalia, so he spread her labia and entered her with his finger, adding one more next while rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. Then he moved his head down her body to lick a nipple, sucking on it, enjoying the (very loud) noises she was making. Being curved like that gave Joey an opportunity to trail Chandler's vertebrae with his tongue, and also made Chandler's ass press against Joey's groin areas. And, yep, Joey was already as hard as a rock. Chandler expected to jump at that, running away from another man's penis so close to his only entrance, but it was his dream, so nobody needed to know how much he was enjoying all of that. It was just unbelievable – feeling Monica's insides with his fingers, while feeling her hard nipple with his tongue and teeth while, at the same time, feeling Joey's tongue licking his back, causing him to have goose bumps all over the place, and his friend's penis rubbing against his buttocks. It was too much – if he wasn't dreaming, he would probably pass out because it was too much, really.
All of a sudden, Monica's head moved again, and she brought her lips to his ear, whispering with the lowest, most sensual tone ever "I want you to get inside me." He could swear he was one hundred percent capable of coming on the spot. Joey withdrew his hand, as if he was in tune with Monica's next movements – they probably are, since they are both inside my brain.
Monica just got away from him, fully lying on her back, and just opened her legs as wide as possible, an inviting expression on her face. Chandler groaned again. He put his head between her legs first – that scent coming from her entrance was delicious, he had to at least taste her pussy, even if it was for a second – then he kept going up until he was resting his body between her legs, his swollen dick rubbing against her entrance, teasing her until she looked like going crazy from the stimulation. Not wasting any other second, he slid into her, listening to her moans and allowing himself to be as loud as her. It felt absolutely amazing. Her inner walls were already clenching around him. Her insides felt hot and wet, and he started moving his hips, getting in and out of her, which dictated the frequency of her noises. Not much after that, he felt Joey's broad body getting behind him, his hand moving under his ass to touch his balls while he pounded into Monica. It just kept getting better, really. Joey's lips moved to his neck then, sucking and licking it while his other hand grazed over Chandler's nipple, pinching one of them as he still kept thrusting into Monica. The lips on his neck moved up, getting to his ears, and Joey's raspy voice announced "I want to get inside of you."
Chandler groaned at that. What was going to happen, he wasn't sure of, but suddenly Joey had lube on his hands, squeezing a tube to coat his fingers with it. Wow, talk about realistic dreams.
It felt fairly real the moment Joey's index finger started rubbing on his asshole, coated with the very cold gel. It felt even more real when it started going in. More important than feeling real, it actually felt amazing. He stopped moving his hips, but was still inside of Monica when that happened, and though he didn't think it would be possible, he could swear that what was happening made his own dick harden even more. Joey was very careful; he shoved his only finger in and out until the slight discomfort vanished completely, then slowly added more fingers until there were three of them inside him.
Chandler had his eyes tightly shut. He opened them for a second, watching Monica's face completely taken over by lust, as if watching him getting fingered like that while still being inside her was the hottest thing ever. He dropped his head to kiss her again, her inner walls still clenching around his penis, Joey's fingers still thrusting into him. Suddenly, he was left with nothing behind him, and he knew what was next. He could feel the head of Joey's member poking into his entrance, obviously a little larger than the previous fingers, but not that much. He tensed, waiting for his best male friend to enter him so that he could finally move inside his best female friend. He could hear Joey's groans as his penis got in slowly, inch by inch, until the man's balls touched his ass. Chandler groaned himself, unable to deal with all the pleasure that washed all over his body. Joey kissed his shoulder fondly, and Chandler craned his neck, so that he could kiss his friend again, while Monica bent her body up a little to reach Chandler's nipple with her mouth, licking them and sucking on them while the two men kissed. She then plopped back onto the mattress, her hands tugging on Chandler's hair as he started pounding into her again and Joey thrust into him at the same time.
Seriously, there couldn't be anything in the world that felt better than this. Fucking someone while being fucked was probably the best sensation ever, Chandler concluded as the three bodies moved and squirmed in pleasure. Monica's and Joey's noises mingled together, making Chandler head spin as he was literally in the middle of it. His hand was caught between his and Monica's body, as he rubbed her clitoris while getting in and out of her, so she was the first one to come, screaming his name and virtually collapsing under him. Joey was next, thrusting into him harder and harder until he felt his release filling him up completely. And then he lost it; his own release filling Monica's insides, both men falling on the bed too, creating a mess of spent bodies and touching limbs on his mattress.
Chandler woke up at that moment, his morning wood as stiff as ever, so he was forced to touch himself to release the tension. Getting off took seconds as his mind was still packed with all the dirty images from his dream.
He cleaned himself up, and got dressed, leaving his bedroom to get something to eat. When he got to the living room, who did he see? Yeah, of course, his two friends (whose images his brain had freely abused) casually talked while eating some pancakes on the foosball table.
"Hey, you're up!" Monica smiled. That only made Chandler furiously blush, as images of her flushed face while she squirmed under him replayed behind his eyes.
"Hey, buddy, are you okay?" He looked at Joey and it didn't help at all, as he could remember what it felt like to have that guy inside him.
"I'm f-f-fine." Chandler stated hastily, and rushed to the bathroom. He couldn't hide there forever, but maybe he could wait for a little while before seeing them again.