No, but he forces his way in

I say, “Sorry dude, but they do not want you in there. They haven’t forgotten how much of an asshole you were out at the fire.”

“That was just Rachel being a cunt. They didn’t mind,” Joey says and barges into the room. I chase him in to screams.

“What the fuck!?”

“Get the hell out of here!”

“Hey! Chandler invited me to join! He needed some help satisfying two beautiful women,” Joey says.

My wife, covering her name body with a sheet, asks me, “Is that fucking true!?”

“No!” I answer quickly, “He didn’t listen when I told him no.”

Phoebe looks at her husband, “Get the fuck out of here. I’ll put your dick in a cage for a week.”

“This is not fair,” Joey whines. He looks to my wife pleading, “You know you want my big dick in you.”

Fuck. Her face morphs into disgust. She’s out of the mood completely, “No. I don’t. Leave.”

Joey turns and leaves the room. I shut the door behind him. “Sorry. He just barged in. I told him no.”

Monica still covers herself, “That really killed the mood. I might be done.”

Phoebe’s eyes widen in surprise. She doesn’t know how fickle my wife’s sex drive is: one moment she is the wildest slut imaginable and the next she doesn’t want to be touched. “We were having so much fun. Ignore my asshole husband. He’ll get his punishment later. Trust me.”

Her hand gently cups my wife’s face. They look at each other. Phoebe is trying to pull my wife back into the mood: an impossible task.

Monica gets drawn into her look. Holy shit. It might actually happen.

Then she glances at me, “I don’t know if I want a man’s touch right now.”

WOW. Joey has turned my wife into a lesbian.

Phoebe looks at me and nods to the door. She wants me out so she can fuck my wife. Kicked out of the threesome for good.

Do I leave so my wife can enjoy another woman, or do I stay out of spite—if I can’t have fun then no one can?