The bedroom

Even though Phoebe is so hot, I can’t do it. I can’t cheat on my wife. It’s gone far enough, and I can’t go any further. I say, “GOODNIGHT” loud enough so it can be heard in the kitchen. Then I open my bedroom door.

Monica sets down her book. She’s wearing her glasses. She asks, “How was the rest of the video?”

“Honestly it was better than I expected. Joey was really disappointed you didn’t stay to see his dick grow,” I reply, taking off my shirt.

“Boo hoo,” Monica mocks, and then casually asks, “Did it grow a lot?”

“From where he started, yes. It was exponential,” I answer. Her eyes widen a little at the image. I pulled down my pants. Her eyes widen even more at the sight of my erection stretching against my boxers.

She says, “Wow it must have been a really hot video to get you so excited!”

I laughed nervously, “The video was okay. But Phoebe was all over me, and groped me during the video.”

Monica sits up. The blanket falls off her chest, revealing a lacy top that barely contains her pale tits. “Phoebe did what?”

I was honest with my wife. “We were watching the video, and with you gone, she snuggled up right against me. She kept putting her hand in my lap, and I kept taking it away. Through the video and the attention, I got hard.”

Monica throws the blanket to the side, revealing her lingerie bodysuit, one that covered her stomach in lace but emphasized her big tits, smooth legs and fat ass. She stands up, “I know she likes to tease and flirt with you, but that’s too far. I’m going to talk to her.” She grabs a robe and puts it on.

I try to stop her. “Don’t start any drama. I was honest with you about what happened. Let’s not make a big deal of it.”

“I’m not making a big deal of it. I’m just going to tell her to keep her hands off my husband’s cock. Then I’m going to come back here, and make love to my husband.” Monica leaves the room.

I sit down on the bed, and wonder if I shouldn’t have mentioned Phoebe’s advances.