Jealous

Phoebe puts her face right next to my cock and asks her husband, “Have you seen this thing up close? It’s massive! I can’t even put my hand around it.”

Joey should have nothing to be jealous of. His cock is huge compared to mine. But seeing his small wife fawn over my girth sets him off. He tries to insult me, “It’s a chode. Wider than it is long.”

Phoebe points my hard cock at her husband, “That’s because his circumference is ridiculous. Don’t be jealous babe.”

“I’m not jealous,” he snaps back. He’s completely forgotten about pleasuring my wife. He’s more concerned with Phoebe, who is now swirling her tongue around the head of my cock.

Phoebe asks my wife, “What did you think when you first went down on Chandler?”

“I was a little intimidated,” Monica giggles at the memory.

“Wish me luck,” Phoebe says before wrapping her lips on my cock. She gives me a too brief wonderful suck, then says, “Wow that’s a thick penis.” She strokes my newly lubed cock.

“He’s not that thick,” Joey says. “My head is just as wide.” Apparently winning our measuring contest wasn’t enough for him. He needs to be declared the best at everything. My wife isn’t putting up with his attitude.

“Sorry Joey. He’s thicker,” Monica says and puts her hand on his shoulder. “Stop being so insecure. Size doesn’t matter.”

Joey shakes my wife’s hand off his shoulder and stands up off the bed. He grabs his dick in his hand and flops it around. He tells my wife, “Bend over and I’ll prove to you that size does matter. You’ll be screaming for me.”

Despite Joey’s outburst Monica stays calm, and says, “In a little bit we can have sex, but first I want to watch Phoebe and Chandler. I’m liking watching another woman pleasure my husband.”

Joey growls and stomps his foot like a toddler’s tantrum.

So pathetic.