Stays

Joey huffs in frustration. He reaches over and grabs my cock out of his wife’s mouth. He holds his own cock in his other hand. “Seriously you can’t even compare these two dicks. Look how short it is. My hand covers his entire shaft.”

I don’t know if he’s arguing with me or the women. Most likely he’s arguing with himself. “We already measured. My dick is over three inches longer! I’m one and a half times bigger.”

He shakes our dicks. “No one would ever choose his over mine. Ladies love my curve. It makes my fat mushroom head rub against their g-spot until they squirt down my nine inches. This isn’t even a competition. Stop this. Your short dick is pathetic. And I’m not even going to mention your girly little balls.”

At that moment, Monica flicks her wrist and backhands him right in his balls. He lets go of my dick and groans. My wife says, “You’re so annoying. Leave before I do it again.”

Joey smirks, “I’m not leaving until you feel the biggest dick of your life.”

My wife smacks him in the balls again. He bends over. And blocks a third slap with his hands.

Phoebe says, “How did you not learn your lesson with Rachel? You need to learn how to shut up and leave.”

Covering his balls with both hands, Joey slouches out of bed. He doesn’t bother to pick up his clothes. With a nod to Phoebe he says, “C'mon hunny let’s get out of here.”