See what my wife wants

I shrug to Phoebe, “I need to see what my wife wants. I’ll be right back.”

Phoebe grips the flaps of my open pants and whines, “But you’re mine tonight. You’ll see her in the morning.”

“If I don’t go right now, we’ll see her in about five minutes and she’s definitely going to ruin the mood,” I say, buttoning my pants back up. “I’ll be right back. I swear. If it’s longer than five minutes, I’ll do anything you want.”

“If it’s longer than five minutes, I’m pegging you,” Phoebe says in a tone that does not make me want to find out if she’s joking.

I hurry to my bedroom and open the door. My wife is in covered in blankets. I ask, “Were you calling me?”

“Your friend is an asshole,” Monica says.

“I hope you didn’t just learn that tonight,” I say moving to the end of the bed.

“Oh I’ve always known. I was just really horny and thought I could ignore all his shortcomings, but he really knows how to kill the mood.”

“Anything I can do to help?” I ask, but I’m thinking about the time, wanting to get back to Phoebe. My cock is still rock hard, and ready to get wet.

I must not be good at hiding my anxiety to leave the room, because my wife sighs. “No. I just wanted a goodnight kiss from my husband before he goes and fucks a woman that isn’t his wife.”

“I’ll kiss my wife’s lips that were just on another man’s cock,” I say. I’m not getting guilted. I’m not cheating. We agreed to this.

I walk over to her side of the bed, and bend over to give her a kiss. She puts her hands behind my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. Her tongue that was just on Joey’s cock now rubs on my tongue. She doesn’t let me go, so we continue to make out.

The blanket falls from her lap, and I can’t help it. I slip my hand beneath her sheer robe and cup her bare breast. She moans against my lips when I pinch her nipple. Fuck. I’ve missed her tits so much. I’ve missed how sensitive her nipples are.

This is such an intense make out that my hand instinctively moves down her soft stomach. Before I get to my wife’s panties, Monica’s hand moves off my neck and stops my hand that’s inching toward her pussy. She breaks from the kiss and smiles, “Goodnight Chandler. Have fun with Phoebe and don’t think about me too much.”

She turns off the lamp and pulls up the blanket, hiding her perfect nipples from me again. Goddamn that was a tease. She knew exactly what she was doing. My cock absolutely throbs in my underwear.

As I exit the bedroom, I remember Phoebe’s threat if I was gone more than five minutes.

Fuck.

How long did I make out with my wife?