Sell my soul

I stand in front of Phoebe’s door. I take a deep breath. This is what my wife wants. I plan to keep things as simple as possible: don’t mention the clandestine rendezvous on the couch between our spouses, don’t mention the threesome, don’t mention eating cum out of my wife. Make a simple request. I knock lightly and open the door to the room. The room is dark with only the moonlight slipping through a crack in the windows shade. Phoebe is a small lump in the big bed. She sleeps peacefully, which is surprising since she shares a wall with my whole, and our threesome was not quiet.

I crotch down next to the bed, and rub her shoulder. I whisper her name, “Phoebe.”

Her eyes open a slit. They focus on me. She asks, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I have a really big favor to ask though.”

“Anything for you Chandler,” Phoebe says. Her face still looks asleep. She might think she’s dreaming.

“Umm I don’t know how to put this, but tonight has gotten sort of crazy,” I say.

“And you’re just waking me up now? You know I love crazy,” her hand reaches out and rubs the side of my face. “Get into my bed and get crazy with me.”

Drunk, half-asleep, or totally sober it doesn’t surprise me that the first thing Phoebe wants to do is get me into bed. Maybe she thinks it is a dream, and that I’m going to join her. I try to ignore her, “So about the favor, my wife has a fantasy about hooking up with another woman. I was hoping you could make my wife’s fantasy come true.”

Phoebe just looks at me. I don’t know if she comprehended what I said. Or maybe she understood but just thinks it’s too outlandish. I add, “I would owe you if you did.”

Her mouth opens in a wide smile, “Yes. You would definitely owe me. Are you sure you’re willing to pay the price?”

“What’s the price?” I ask.

“You don’t get to find out until after. You have to say yes without knowing. How badly do you want to be a good husband and fulfill your wife’s fantasy?”

I’m sure it can’t be that bad. If it is then no way Monica would agree to make me pay it. She’d have my back and I’d easily back out of the bargain.

“I’ll pay the price,” I say.

Phoebe grins, “Excellent. Let’s make your wife’s lesbian fantasy come true. By the way, I sleep naked, so don’t come in your pants when I take off the blankets.”

She throws off the blankets, and I glance away quickly, not wanting to invade her privacy, even though she wants me to look. She sits naked for a moment, staring at me looking away, before going to her luggage on the floor. With her back to me, I finally sneak a peek. Fuck, her ass looks so fat on her little body. A swirling tattoo darkens her left side. She pulls on shorts and a tank top then turns around.

She says, “Lead the way. I’m sure you’re excited to see your wife with another woman.”

I don’t argue that this isn’t my fantasy. My wife with another woman isn’t something I’ve jerked off to or desired. This is my wife’s fantasy. And the fantasy isn’t even having a sexual experience with a woman. It’s having someone (anyone) eat cum out of her pussy. But I can’t tell her that. That would complicate things a lot. And things are about to get more complicated when she sees who is in the room with my wife.

When we exit the room, I see Joey’s large body is on the couch, snoring under a blanket. Maybe they don’t have an open relationship. He might be in big trouble for fucking my wife while his wife slept. No mater the reason I breathe a little easier, I don’t want to admit my wife snuck out to fuck him.

We open my bedroom door. The lamp light is on, but my wife is under the covers. Her eyes are closed but I know she’s not asleep. Phoebe looks up at me and mouths, “What. The. Fuck?”

I shrug and bend down to whisper in her ear, “Just crawl under the blankets and give her oral. That’s her fantasy. To be secretly eaten out by another woman.”

Phoebe’s face scrunches like I just said the weirdest thing, “Okay. But the price just increased.”

“Sure,” I whisper. We’ve already come this far.

She pulls me closer, “And you can’t tell your wife about what you owe me. The price you have to pay is a total secret, and you can’t back out. Promise right now.”

“I promise,” I say, too frightened to do anything else.

“Good. And you don’t want to break a promise to me,” she grins. Fuck. Did I just make a promise to a psycho?

She walks to the edge of the bed, ducks under the blanket and then climbs onto the bed. My wife’s legs part and Phoebe’s lump moves between them. Monica’s open and she smiles at me. I think she whispers, “You’re the best, but I can’t tell.”

Then her eyes close and she gasps, “Oh my god.” Her eyes don’t open the rest of the time Phoebe is under the blanket. My wife moans and sighs. Her face warps with pleasure. I wish I could see what Phoebe is doing so I can take notes. Monica never makes faces like that when I go down on her.

I know someone else is giving my wife sexual pleasure, but it doesn’t give me the same thrill I got from listening to my wife and Joey on the couch. That felt forbidden and full of passion. This one, even though I can’t watch, seems procedural, like Phoebe has a job to do and she isn’t going to waste any time or at extra frills. She just eats my wife’s pussy under a blanket until my wife comes shaking.

When she’s finished, Phoebe slips out from under the blanket. She wipes her chin, and walks up to me. She pulls me down to her level, staring into my eyes. “You could’ve warned me that I’d find out what your cum tastes like.” She licks her lips.

I ask, “What do I owe you?”

I’m planning on having her pull me to her bedroom and then having my way with me.

“I’ll tell you later,” Phoebe says. She kisses me on the cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

Oh god. She’s going to make me dread until she calls in her favor.

I join my wife in bed. She cuddles up next to me and lays her head on my chest. She says, “You’re the best. I don’t know what got into me tonight. I didn’t mean to cheat on you with your friend. I just got so horny from all the storytelling.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I don’t know how to feel about that. I don’t like that you snuck out, but I got really turned on listening to you and my friends, then that threesome was incredible.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be a good wife from now on. No more sneaking, and lots more sex with my husband,” she kisses me. “I love you Chandler.”