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I grab a mostly empty bottle of bourbon from the table and head to the dying fire. I sit down and take a swig. The **** burns down my throat but I don’t care. I deserve the pain. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have been tempted by Phoebe.

The door to the house opens. Phoebe walks out in front of my wife who is still in her bathrobe. I stand up. Phoebe smiles like she fixed everything. My wife’s face says that nothing is fixed yet.

Monica says, “Phoebe convinced me that it was her fault. She just kept pushing you and pushing you. And I know how horny you are because I know how horny I am. We haven’t had sex in months and I know you must be frustrated. So I can’t fully put the blame on you. And I’m so horny that I don’t want to sleep alone tonight, but also I don’t think you should get off scot-free.”

“I’m so sorry,” I quickly apologize. “I’ll do anything. I shouldn’t have done it. Whatever it is I have to do, I’ll do it.”

“Phoebe made a suggestion for you to atone. I had to watch you put the tip in your friend’s wife…”

Oh my god. Is she going to suggest that I have to watch Joey fuck her? Oh god. That’s the equivalent. He gets to put his enormous tip in her, and I have to watch. Oh well, I deserve it.

Monica continues, “So for us to be cool, I get to watch her husband put his tip in you.”

“What!?” My jaw drops. What the hell? I have to put Joey’s dick in me!? “That’s totally not the same!”

Monica crosses her arms, “I don’t want Joey’s dick in me. If you want your dick in me, then you’ll put his tip in you. Your mouth, your ass, whenever. Just the tip. You have to face a consequence.”

Oh fuck. You gotta be kidding me. Phoebe stands proudly like she just saved my marriage. I could **** her right now.

I try to think of some objections, “Joey won’t like this.”

Phoebe oh so helpfully says, “Don’t worry about him. He’s drunk and he’ll put his dick in anything. If you hurry you might catch him when he’s soft.”

I glance down to the pond then back at my wife. She’s totally fucking serious. I throw my hands, “Fine. Anything to be with my wife.”

I turn and start walking but Monica doesn’t follow me. I ask, “Don’t you want to watch?”

“No,” Monica says, “I’ve already watch you stick your dick in someone that wasn’t your wife tonight. Phoebe will confirm that you did it.”

I turn and Phoebe walks next to me. She’s so fucking jovial. “I can’t believe I fixed it. I told you I’d fix it.”

I say, “You can fix it more by lying and saying your husband put his tip in me.”

She shakes her head, “I can’t lie to your wife. She said she’d cut my clit off.”

Fuck. I have an intense wife. Alright I’ll just quickly wrap my lips around his soft dick. No big deal. No tongue involved. No taste. Barely even happened.

We make it down to the pond.

Joey stands naked in front of the pond, howling up at the moon.

Phoebe whispers, “Oh fuck. He’s communicate-with-nature drunk. Pray that he doesn’t have an erection.”

Oh god.