Monica comes into the kitchen

I hear footsteps, and my wife enters the kitchen, wearing a tied-up robe. I wait for her to talk.

“So Phoebe and I just had a very interesting conversation…”

She waits for me to respond. I don’t.

She asks, “Be honest: do you want to fuck Phoebe?”

“I’m married. I would never cheat on you,” I answer.

She crosses her arms, “That doesn’t answer the question. Say no one is married. Do you want to fuck Phoebe?”

I nod, “If we were both single, I’d want to fuck Phoebe. The tension between us is too much.” I add in quickly, “But I wouldn’t do it because we’re married.”

“What if I gave you a pass for the night?” Monica says.

“A pass for the night?” I ask, feinting confusion. I know what she means but I want her to clarify.

“You get a pass from your wife to fuck Phoebe tonight.”

“Why would you do that?” I ask, skeptical.

“Because I feel like I’ve been a horrible wife the past year, we’ve barely had sex. You’ve been so good at supporting me and the family. You deserve a night of fun.”

I counter, “We were about to have a night of fun though. You were waiting for me in the bedroom.”

“I was. And under this robe, I have on some skimpy lingerie. But it’s only one night, maybe this will add some much needed spice to our relationship, and we’ll get back to the crazy lovers we used to be.”

I sit down thinking, “So you give me a pass for the night, and I can get with Phoebe for a night? Do I give you a pass as well? Do you want a pass?”

Monica smiles, “It’s only fair that if you get a pass, then I get one too. I’m feeling frisky, and I’m dressed and ready to go.”

There’s only one person in the house she could use her pass on. I stammer, “You want to fuck Joey? You just laughed at his dick.”

“And I feel bad about that. Hopefully I can get him to forgive me,” she licks her lips. “So what do you want? Do you want a pass?”