Let him know his body is for sale

Rachel stands up, performing for exactly one man at the fire. She knows her best side; she faces Chandler as she pulls down her black Calvin Klein underwear. Her red pubic hair is perfectly manicured in a long strip above her strip. The bill would have been more painful for me than the waxing.

If my husband’s dick could get harder, it would explode. It looks comfortable throbbing in his lap. I place my hand on his shoulder, and whisper in his ear, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

The ladies boo when we walk away. Joey yells, “No quickies! We gotta finish the game.”

We go into the bathroom. I really have to pee anyway. I sit on the toilet. My husband’s hard cock is distractingly close to my face. I tell him to turn away. I ask, “Be honest. Do you want to fuck Rachel and Phoebe?”

I see his face try to hide the smile in the mirror. He’s trying to work out a lie, wondering if this is a test. Finally he says, “I’m married to you.”

“I know. But if you want to fuck them, I would allow it…”

He turns back, his dick whipping at my face. “Really?!?”

It pains me a little to see how excited he is.

“Yeah…they just need to pay me first.”

My drunk blonde husband doesn’t understand, “How much does Rachel want for me to fuck her? I bet we can work out a deal and tell her to make content out of it for her page.”

“No. You’re not listening. Phoebe and Rachel are going to pay me so they can fuck you.”

“Oh. Wow. Okay. You’ve already worked this out with them?”

I wash my hands. “Umm not yet. Who do you want me to ask first?”