Phoebe comes to apologize

I hear the door open. I didn’t hear yelling earlier; things must have gone well. I’m surprised to see Phoebe enter the room.

I ask, “What are you doing?”

“Your wife came and talked to me. And I came to apologize. I’m sorry I put you in that situation. You’re a happily married man. I shouldn’t have tempted you,” she holds out her hand. “Do you forgive me?”

I grab her hand and yank her into a hug. “You’re forgiven. I love our teasing relationship. I just don’t want it to ruin my marriage.”

She sits down on my lap, and wraps her arms around me, “Thanks for the forgiveness. I’m glad we can still be friends. But just so you know, I’m still going to touch your dick every chance I get. You better watch out.”

I laugh, “Monica is going to kick your ass. By the way, where is my wife?”

Phoebe answers, “We made an agreement. Since I’m apologizing to you, she’s apologizing to my husband. It really hurt Joey’s feelings when she laughed at his penis. I let her know, and she felt bad. So she’s saying sorry to him.”

I nod, “That makes sense. It would be humiliating if someone laughed like that when they saw my penis.”

“I doubt anyone has ever laughed at your penis, except nervously wondering how it’s going to fit,” Phoebe says grazing her nails on my neck.

“It always fits,” I laugh. “My dick is average.”

“Maybe in length, but if my fingertips don’t touch when I wrap my hand around it, then it’s not average,” she holds her hand up and mimics holding my dick.

I shift uncomfortably and my hardening dick rubs against her soft ass, “This conversation is getting into the uncomfortable territory again. Where is my wife?”

“Are you worried that my husband and your wife are exploring their own uncomfortable territory?” She teases me.

I stand up, lifting her, “Let's go check out them.”