She wants me to clean it up

Monica looks at me, “You made the mess. You can clean it up.”

I look for a towel on the floor.

Phoebe teases, “You could use your tongue to clean it up.”

I find a towel and pick it up.

Monica says, “Ew that’s a dirty one. We can’t use that on our guest. Go get a fresh one.”

Before I’m out the door, the women have already turned to each other to make out. Looks like I’m back out of the threesome.

I hurry to get a clean towel, and I manage to stir Joey on the couch. He can’t miss me running by with a bouncing boner. He calls out, “Hey! What are you doing in there? You better not be having a threesome!”

Still running past him to the bathroom, I say, “I think our wives are in love.”

Joey springs from the couch and follows me, “No way! Are they doing lesbian stuff?”

“Yes,” I say, grabbing a folded towel from the shelf.

Joey fills the door and stops me. “You have to get me in your room! I’ll only watch. I swear! Hands to myself the entire time.”

He stands firm in the doorway. No easy way to get around him. Fuck. I don’t want him in the room. I’m having a hard enough time getting involved as it is.

He braces himself for me to charge, and says, “C'mon man. Just let me watch. I don’t care if you fuck Phoebe.”