We’re exhausted

I look to my wife. Her face is what I expected: she’s done. After the drinking, the contest, the fight, and a threesome, I don’t think we have much left in us. I’m dreading getting up to piss.

Sex has done the opposite to Phoebe. She is fully energized. Her eyes are full of sparkle and her smile lights up her face.

I hate to do it, but I say, “I think Monica and I are going to sleep. It’s been a fun night but it’s been a really long night.”

“Oh no!” Phoebe whines, “Not yet! We’re just getting started.”

“We’re sorry, babe,” Monica says. “This has been a once-in-a-lifetime night, but it’s over. I can’t even keep my eyes open.”

Surprisingly Phoebe doesn’t pout. She realize it’s futile to push us to do more. She watches us cuddle then leave the room.

She still needs more sex.