She’s not convinced yet

Monica glares across the fire at Phoebe. She holds her empty cup out to Ross for a refill. Once her cup is filled, she takes a sip, and continues her interrogation.

“You said you had never seen my “husband’s” penis. According to that story, we were all married when you two sexted.”

“I guess I lied,” said Phoebe.

The cover-up didn’t work. Our drunk sexting is out in the open for everyone now. My moment of lonely drunk horniness ruining everything. I shouldn’t have texted Phoebe that night. It was a mistake. This woman is trouble.

“What else have you lied about?” Monica asks.

“I confessed to sexting with your husband,” Phoebe says. “If you think that’s cheating then divorce him. It’ll be your loss.”

“My loss huh?” My wife takes another sip. She’s already had too much to drink. “Why do you think that?”

Phoebe shakes her head is disbelief, “He’s my friend. And he’s a great guy. One night of flirting doesn’t change that.”

She glances at me and I smile. She really does feel like a friend. I feel awful that my wife is interrogating her. I try to step in, “Let’s stop with the questioning. Phoebe told the truth and it’s embarrassing. We can talk about it together. I’m sorry it happened, but I don’t think right now is a good time to talk about it. You’ve had a lot to drink.”

My wife’s glare turns to me, “Remember when you had a lot to drink when we went back to your Alma mater for that rivalry football game.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.

“It was a couple years ago. Our son was still a baby. We went back to your college for a football game. Everyone was there: Rachel, Ross and their boys. Joey and Phoebe and their daughter. It was a fun event. Then you and Phoebe got wasted at the tailgate and snuck off alone by halftime.” She stares into my soul. “Where did you two go?”

My mind races back and searches for the memory. Cold November football game, tailgate, lots of ****, a petite Asian milf leading me away from the stadium.

Oh fuck. What did I do.