Hell no

Monica immediately says, “Are you fucking serious? There’s no way we’re continuing this. That was the biggest mood killer imaginable. Why do you have to be such an asshole?”

“Come on. You know you want my big dick,” Joey begs. It’s even more pathetic when I see how small his cock has gotten now that he’s flaccid.

His wife stands up, her nipple piercings flash in the fire light. “Give it up Joey. You fucking blew it. I don’t even think I’m going to fuck you tonight.”

Joey tilts his head back, and yells at the starry sky, “What the fuck!?”

Monica stands up, “This night was fun while it lasted. I was really in the mood to do something wild.” She bends down to pick up her bra, and hoodie.

When she straightens up, Phoebe is looking at her with a devious look in her eye. She asks, “Since my husband is going to be sleeping alone tonight, would you have room in your bed for me?”

Holy shit. Is Phoebe instigating a threesome with me and my wife?

Monica looks at me for my thoughts. I shrug trying to look casual and say, “It’s up to you.”