Yes

Monica says, “You can tell her. Let her know that I’m not mad at her. I’m mad at her asshole husband.”

“I will,” I say, and scamper out the door. I don’t want to give her any time to reconsider.

Phoebe still lays naked on the couch. When she sees me, she asks, “What the hell was that all about?”

“My wife doesn’t want me to fuck you because your husband is such a dick,” I explain.

“Screw that,” Phoebe huffs. “She doesn’t get the reneg on the deal.”

“I agree. But she is my wife, and I have to have a good relationship with her.”

“Weren’t you having fun,” Phoebe says and spreads her legs showing me her princess pussy again.

“I was,” I admit. “You have the best pussy I’ve ever been in.”

“Then get back inside me. Deal with the consequences later! She won’t divorce you over this! She agreed to the swap. Just come back and have the best sex of your life. Then deal with the nagging wife later.”

It sounds so tempting. Tremendous amounts of fun now for a headache later. Similar to the hangover that is looming.