The kitchen

I get up and follow Phoebe to the kitchen. Maybe she really does need help cleaning. I’m happy to help.

She smiles deviously, when she sees me walk into the kitchen. “Thanks for helping me out. I have no problem doing it myself. But it’s a lot more fun with a partner.” She bends over the table. Fuck her ass looks so good. “Want to help me clear the table?” She asks and looks back over her shoulder.

I walk past her, my palm grazes against her ass, “I’m going to start the dishes. Bring me any plates or glasses you find.”

I get through one dish, and Phoebe’s arms wrap my body. Surprisingly she doesn’t go for my hard cock again. She holds herself against me as I wash another plate.

When I set the plate to the side, she asks, “Want me to blow you while you clean the rest of these dishes?”

I turn around in Phoebe’s arms. She’s so close, my hard cock presses into her stomach. I say, “I’m going to be honest. I’m uncomfortable with how far this is going. I’m married and I don’t want to cheat.”

“What if it’s not cheating?” Phoebe asks looking up at me. “What if I go talk to Monica and get permission to fuck her husband? Would you feel comfortable then?”

“If my wife says it’s okay, I’d fuck you right here on the counter,” I say, knowing it’s never going to happen.

Phoebe smiles, “Okay. I’ll go talk to your wife. You don’t need to talk to Joey. He’s cool with it.”

She starts to walk out of the kitchen, and I grab her arm, “Wait! Are you serious? This could go really bad!”

“Don’t worry, Chandler. I can be really convincing,” Phoebe winks at me and walks away.

Oh fuck. My wife is going to think I want to cheat on her. Of course she’s going to say ‘No’ to Phoebe, and I’m going to be in big trouble. I just hope we can blame in on the **** and laugh about it in a week.