Talking about her life

Monica says, “Let’s take it to the bedroom. We can all lay down and talk. It’ll be a lot more comfortable.”

Phoebe leans on me, holding me tightly even though it’s not necessary at all. She whispers up at me, “Don’t forget you still owe me an orgasm.”

I doubt she has a concussion if that’s what she’s worried about. I hand her some shorts to wear. She pulls them up and tightens the drawstring. Hell. My shorts fit her better than Monica’s would. She asks for a T-shirt too. I hand her one. She strips off her tank top right in front of me, daring me to look at her tits in front of my wife. I sneak a glance. Yup still sexy.

She ties a knot in the bottom of the shirt to fit on her more snuggly. She asks, “How do I look?”

“You look great,” I say. “The height of fashion.”

She has me walk over to the bed to Monica. She asks again, “How are you going to keep me up?”

Monica shrugs, “I figure we’d just talk. I feel like I hardly know you.”

“I have to keep myself mysterious,” says Phoebe.

“Tell me about yourself. Something I don’t know or wouldn’t expect,” Monica says.

“Something you wouldn’t expect huh. Well I’ve never cheated. I bet you didn’t expect that,” Phoebe says. “I’m very loyal to whomever I’m with.”

Monica looks skeptical, “What do you consider tonight? You didn’t seem anxious to swap partners.”

“That’s not cheating. Everyone involved agreed. There was no desperation or subterfuge. My husband agreed that I could be with another man.”

“Do you and your husband do that often?” Monica asks.

“Not often. We’ve only really done it once, and that time was sort of a disaster,” Phoebe says.

“How was it a disaster?” Monica is wide awake now. She can’t wait to hear how Joey messed up another swinging opportunity.

Phoebe takes a deep breath, “Just don’t let my husband know I told you. He’d be too embarrassed.”