Yes, but only to watch

I’m naked. I don’t want to push him out of the way. I say, “Sure. Come in, but it’s their decision. I’m barely along for the ride.”

He pumps his arm, and heads into the room first. I follow him with the towel.

Monica engulfs the smaller Phoebe. My cum is smeared between their tits and stomach. I clear my throat to get them to part so I can clean them up.

They see Joey.

“C'mon! What is he doing in here?”

“Get out! I told you that you had to sleep on the couch.”

Joey wastes no time throwing me under the bus, “Hey! Chandler said I could watch! You know how much I love watching you do lesbian stuff. Don’t deprive your husband of that!”

Monica looks at Phoebe, “Is that true?”

Phoebe shrugs, “It’s the only way I’ll get my pussy lick. My husband has apparently belong allergic to cunnilingus since we got married.”

“So just let me watch, I’ll be a silent observer,” Joey begs. “If I can stay, I swear I’ll let you sit on my face tomorrow night.”

“For an hour,” Phoebe asks.

“As long as you’d like babe,” Joey says. He literally takes a seat in the corner.

I climb onto the bed. Monica looks at me, “Are you sure you want your friend seeing me like this?”

I’ve been inside his wife. He can just look at mine. I don’t have a problem with that. I say, “I’m okay. If he watches, I’d love to show you off. Make him jealous that you’re my wife.”

Her brown eyes twinkle with the possibility of competition. She's going to put on a show now. Joey will jack off to the memory of her for months.

Joey claps in the corner, “Okay! Let’s get this threesome started again.”