Monica

I look up to see my wife filling the doorway in a red terrycloth robe. A tied towel covers her wet hair on top of her head. Her brown eyes narrow in suspicion. “What are you guys doing over there?”

Oh shit. How much did she see!? My mind is too hazy from the bourbon and the shock of Phoebe’s tight wet pussy to think of a response. Luckily Phoebe is quicker on her feet than me, and responds for us.

“I was trying to seduce your husband,” Phoebe says.

Umm. I did not expect Phoebe to give such an honest response. At least it takes the culpability from me. Maybe my wife will think she is joking. Phoebe tends to do that a lot.

Monica doesn’t leave the doorway, “Did you succeed?”

“I got a couple inches,” Phoebe says.

I stay silent. I don’t know if talking will make it worse or better. Monica may still think Phoebe is joking and I don’t want to ruin it. I start walking around the table, moving closer to the house.

“How did it feel?” Monica asks. Her face doesn’t reveal if she is playing along with a joke or if she knows that I was inside Phoebe.

“Incredible,” Phoebe purrs. “I love a girthy cock.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing. I was looking forward to riding it tonight, but it looks like my husband would rather hang out with you,” Monica says.

“I was just coming inside,” I stammer. “I needed to pee and you were in the bathroom.”

“Sorry I took so long. I was getting freshly shaved for you,” Monica opens her robe to reveal her smooth pussy. My mouth waters seeing her slit of a camel toe between her legs. I want to part it with my tongue. She closes the robe, “But I’m just going to enjoy myself tonight. Don’t bother trying to come in the room. The door will be locked.”

She turns her back.

Fuck she must have seen me fucking Phoebe. I’m such an idiot. Why did I think I could fuck my friend’s wife with no consequences?

“Wait!” Phoebe yells to Monica. “I’ll fix this.” She says to me, and runs inside after my wife.

There’s no fixing this. I fucked up. I cheated on my wife.