To give me blue balls

I turn my head, keeping my dick still inside Phoebe. My wife stands there with her arms crossed, looking angry as hell. I answer her question, “Umm no I didn’t hear you. I was busy.”

“I can see that,” Monica says. She addresses Phoebe, “I know you’re having lots of fun with my husband right now, but I need him for a little bit.”

She’s not going to leave.

I slowly take my cock out of Phoebe. I already miss her pussy. Phoebe unwraps her arms from my back. I unsteadily get off the couch, trying not to push on her petite body. I try to give her a look saying that I’m so sorry I have a crazy wife.

My wife leads the way to her bedroom. I close the door, and ask, “Sorry I didn’t hear you. What do you need?”

“Since I’m not having sex with Joey, I don’t think you should have sex with Phoebe. It’s not fair,” Monica says. “It would be like cheating.”

“It’s not cheating. We agreed to this.” I explain. “And as you saw, I was already having sex with Phoebe.”

“I don’t want you to have sex with her again,” Monica says. “I thought I could handle it but I can’t. I’m jealous and I’m getting very emotional. I do not want my husband having sex with another woman.”

There’s no sense in arguing. This is the woman I’m spending the rest of my life with. I have to respect her feeling if I want our marriage to continue. If she changed her mind, I have to be cool with that.

It’s fucked up and my balls are full and aching, but if I argue to continue fucking Phoebe things will get so much worse. Monica does not forgive easily and she definitely does not forget.

“Fine. I’m done with Phoebe. I’ll sleep in here with you,” I say, totally dejected. “Can I at least tell her, so she’s not out there waiting for me to come back?”