Phoebe waiting for me

I leave my sleeping wife. I can’t roll in bed with guilt the whole night.

The cause of the guilt lounges back on the couch staring at me. Phoebe teases me, “Damn. You fucked your wife faster than you did me.”

“Shh,” I hiss. “Be quiet. She’s sleeping.”

She licks her lips. “Now I get you all to myself the rest of the night. Come here and cuddle with me.”

I sit down on the couch. She lays back into me and wraps my arms around her petite body. She snuggles into me. I whisper in her ear, “My wife can never find out.”

“I can keep a secret,” Phoebe says. Her body rubs on me. The softness of her ass presses onto my lap.

I confess, “I feel so guilty. I can’t believe I caved earlier tonight.”

“Don’t feel guilty. You held out for ten years. Nobody has ever lasted that long when I set my sights on them,” she caresses me. “Plus your wife agreed to the contest. You picked me.”

“I don’t think she’ll see it like that,” I say.

Phoebe’s is all over me, but I haven’t touched her once since being on the couch. Frustrated she says, “You really do feel guilt don’t you?”

“Yeah. I do,” I say. I was weak. I cheated.

“What would make you feel better?” Phoebe asks. “I can’t have a mopey Chandler. I need a Chandler who is ready to ravish me.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I think the night has been ruined.”

The back door opens. The drunk voices of my friends interrupt our cuddle.

Phoebe says, “Would you feel better if your wife was also having sex? If you knew she was fucking one of your friends, would you feel less guilty?”

“Yeah if the contest was back on. I would. But she’s asleep,” I say. It wouldn’t changed the fact that I cheated, but if she willingly fuck someone else I could say it was just all a part of this crazy night.

Phoebe smiles, “Great. I’ll make it happen. Who do you want to fuck your wife? Joey or Ross?”