No, she doesn’t trust her

Monica shakes her head, “No way. When you don’t come back out, she’ll get the picture. If you go back out there, she’ll jump on your cock. She’s a succubus.”

My wife is making me abandon Phoebe. Now I feel like an asshole. An asshole with a hard dick and aching balls.

I wonder if my wife notices and will want to help ease my pain. I say, “I won’t go back out. She’s not a succubus. We agreed to swap: we were just doing what we said we were going to. Don’t blame Phoebe because Joey is such a jerk.”

“Something must be wrong with her if she’s married to him. He can be so obnoxious.”

I don’t remind my wife that she seems really into him when she found out he actually had a big dick. His big was so big, my wife tried to ignore his personality. I just agree and say, “Yeah he fucking sucks. He’s ruined the night twice.”

I lay down on the bed next to my wife. My throbbing cock is the elephant in the room. Monica purposefully keeps her eyes from it.

I’m afraid my wife hasn’t cooled down yet, so I’m hesitant to ask, but I need to come soon. So finally I summon my courage and ask, “Since you interrupted me earlier, do you mind helping me relieve some of the tension I’m having.”