I don’t join

My tip in Phoebe felt so nice. My full dick would feel even better, but then I remember my wife.

I say, “Monica is waiting for me. I should get back. Maybe I’ll get lucky. Y'all have fun.” I turn and walk into the woods back to the house. I couldn’t take the guilt of having a foursome without my wife. I’ve already made one mistake tonight. I won’t make another.

Leaves and branches crunch behind me. “Wait up,” Ross yells.

I stop until he catches up. I say, “Don’t want to fuck Phoebe?”

He chuckles, “I’m drunk and horny, but Rachel would kill me if she found out, and those two would definitely talk about it.”

“Yeah. They definitely would,” I say, hoping that Phoebe will never mention that I put my dick in her.

We walk toward the house. My bedroom window is dark. “Shit. I think my wife’s asleep.”

“Looks like you’re jacking off with me,” Ross says, then quickly adds, “not together of course. Fuck. I really need to rub one out. I’m not thinking straight. For your sake, I’m hoping your wife is awake. You need sex bro, you’ve waited too long.”

“If I have sex, you’re welcome to jerk off to us,” I say joking.

“Awesome. That sounds hot,” Ross says taking my offer seriously. We walk into the house, and he follows me to my bedroom door.

I open it up. The only light comes from the moon slipping through the curtains. Monica lays under the blankets in a lump. Ross slips into the room behind me, and moves to a corner. He gestures for me to join my wife in bed.

I’m so horny. I don’t care if my friend watches. I just hope my wife doesn’t see him and freak out. I crawl into bed next to her, and wrap my arm around her body.