Monica comes to help

Monica runs around the house. Her braless tits bounce inside around a sweatshirt. She's barefoot and wearing shorts. She’s see the carnage left by the avalanche of the woodpile. She screams, “Oh my god, are you alright?”

“I’m okay. I groan, but I think Phoebe will need some ice.” I nod to Phoebe who still looks dazed with a beaten face.

My wife tries to ignore the fact that Phoebe has no pants on and has a massive bush. She runs over to her and helps her up. Fuck, she has a big scrape running down her leg. I examine myself and notice a few scrapes and a couple small cuts. I’ll probably have some bruises tomorrow. I pick myself up out of the woodpile and wipe my face before my wife notices Phoebe’s pussy juices.

I limp behind the two woman. Phoebe leans on my larger wife for support. Monica explains, “I was in the kitchen and heard the loud falling and ran out. What happen? Did that log pile just fall onto you guys? We’ll have to tell the owner. That is that safe at all! They shouldn’t stack it so high.”

Phoebe doesn’t say we were spying on another couple. She just says, “It was awful. It ripped off my pants.”

My wife sits us down in kitchen chairs and makes a bag of ice for Phoebe’s eye which has swelled shut in a constant wink. She grabs my arm and puts me close. She whispers in my ear, “You owe me an orgasm. I was so close.”

I pull away. I can't believe she’s still thinking about that after the disaster that was. She’ll need to take a long shower and douche before I go down on her again. It made me appreciate my own wife’s pussy so much more.

I ask my wife, “What were you doing in the kitchen? What happened with Joey?”

“Let’s just say it didn’t work out,” my wife answers.

“Did you fuck?” Phoebe asks, the injuries making her more blunt than normal.

“No. We didn’t even fool around. He went to the bathroom to shower but ended up using the toilet the entire time. I was not in the mood anymore when he finally came out,” Monica shrugs. “It’s probably for the best. I would’ve regretted having sex with Joey.”

Phoebe laughs, “My husband missed out on fucking you because he had the shits. Oh my god. I can’t wait to bring that up all the time. If I don’t remember you’ll have to remind me tomorrow. She rubs her head.

I say, “You really took a hard fall. You may have a concussion.”

“If she has a concussion, then we can’t let her fall asleep,” Monica says.

Is that true?

Phoebe doesn’t argue. She just looks between me and my wife. “How are you going to keep me up all night?”