She pulls me to the bed

Phoebe grabs my hand and pulls me into the bedroom. She calls loudly enough for her husband to her, “Move over. Chandler wants a front row seat.”

I sheepishly sit back on the bed as Joey grins at me. I knew my wife saw me watching, but now my embarrassment is exposed: my friend knows I like seeing my wife gag on his cock. I don’t try to deny it. I want to see it keep happening. A little humiliation is worth it.

Joey pets down the hair on his bulging stomach. He asks, “How much have you seen?”

I know Monica will call me out so there’s no point in lying. I said, “Basically all of it.” Then I say something to try to turn the attention off me, and will maybe get Joey jealous. (Or maybe turned on if he has the same opinion as me.) “I want to keep watching you two but now with your little wife’s lips wrapped around my cock.”

Phoebe smiles, then looks to her husband and says, “I hope I can open my mouth wide enough.”