No, it was a set up

Phoebe says, “Nope. Your husband didn’t do what you asked.”

I turned to Phoebe, “You fucking bitch! I put your husband’s little dick in my mouth! Stop lying.”

She looks like she’s about to explode with laughter. I step toward her I’m going to kill her!

Monica’s voice stops me, “Relax Chandler. It’s okay. I believe you.”

I glance briefly back at my wife. I’m too worked up. I still want to thrash Phoebe. She’s fucking giggling to herself. I yell, “Stop laughing! I just had to suck a dick to save my marriage. All because of you! You just had to tease and tease! It was too fucking much!”

“Calm down,” Monica says. “Sit down and have an another drink. Take some time.”

I sit down next to my wife. The whiskey sloshes in the glass from my shaking hand. My wife lays her hand on mine. She whispers, “It’s alright. You’re not in trouble. I love you and our marriage is okay.”

“What is going on?” I ask.

Phoebe speaks up, “I suggested to your wife that we should test your love for her. I said I could get you to fuck me.”

“And I said, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me. That just means he’s desperately horny and has lost all willpower after our last year,” Monica says. “I told her that you love me so much you’d suck her husband’s dick to prove it. And you did. So I win. You love me so much.”

I finish the whiskey before I say, “This was an awful fucking game. You made me think I cheated and then sucked my friend’s dick to make up for it! This isn’t funny! I’m going to have an aneurysm from the stress!”

My emotions collapse onto me. It was all a fucking joke. I don’t know what to say anymore. I shut down. This is fucking unbelievable.

“Oh hunny! It’s not that serious! You didn’t cheat! You love me,” then she changes tactics. “I’m so sorry. We thought it would be funny.”

“It’s not funny. It’s fucked up,” I say. I can’t believe my wife would do this.

Monica rubs my leg, “C'mon babe. Relax. How was it being inside a new woman for the first time in a decade?”

“From the groan he made, he loved it,” Phoebe says placing her hand on my other leg. “And I’ll admit that he felt incredible in me. I wanted it to last longer.”

Monica softly sucks on my ear, and sensually whispers in my ear, “How can we make it up to you baby?” He hand slips into my lap and rubs on my dick.

“We’ve been really bad,” Phoebe whispers in my other ear. “We’ll do anything for your forgiveness.”

Monica’s hand slips into my pants. Her fingers wrap around my cock. “What will it take for you to forgive us?” Her teeth pull at my earlobe. “Do you want us both down on our knees sucking your cock?”

Phoebe’s hand joins my wife’s in my pants. She sucks on my neck. “Maybe you want us bent over bare ass, so you can spank us. Punish us for being bad wives.”

I grow in their playing hands.

“Or maybe you just want to sit back and relax while we earn your forgiveness,” my wife says. “We’re **** to please you.”

Their hand squeeze my rock hard cock. My angry and frustration stop my body from its carnal desires. I need sex. It’s been too long. And now two women that just emotionally and physically abused me are begging for me.

I get to decide the flavor of tonight’s sex.

Do I punish?

Or

Do they please?