I try

Phoebe looks so tantalizing bent over the table. Her black hair is pulled up into a bun. Her dark eyes stare at me over her shoulder waiting for an answer. I avoid her graze and look at the intricate tattoo that starts near the cup of her perk tit. It loops and swirls down the side of her petite body before it disappears inside of her yoga pants.

I have to see how her tattoo ends.

I walk up behind Phoebe and pull down her tight pants in one pull. She gives a cry of surprise then uses her feet to completely take them off her legs as I stare at her body. The tattoo ends on her upper thigh. Right next to her amazing ass.

My hands cup both cheeks and squeeze. Oh god. How long have I wanted to do that?

She gives a little moan and bends over further, presenting herself to me. I spread her cheeks and examine her dark plump pussy lips. Without thinking I say, “You have a fat little pussy.”

Without hesitation, Phoebe says, “Not as fat as your cock.”

Fuck. How is our banter so in sync?

I part her plump lips with a finger. I slip through her wetness with a moan. Fuuuck. She’s so wet and ready to go.

I glance back through the window into the house. The bathroom door is still shut.

I bring my finger to my nose, and smell Phoebe. My mouth waters and my cock fully hardens.

Phoebe begs, “Put it in me! Please. I need to feel you!”

Fuck.

I can’t resist the temptation anymore. I pull down my pants. I step up behind Phoebe’s body, and guide my cock to her waiting pussy. My tip parts her lips and I push into a woman who’s not my wife. I bury myself deep in my friend’s wife’s pussy. I leave it in feeling her wet warmness squeeze me.

She moans, “Oh god Chandler. You’re fucking massive. We have time. You should fuck me…”, she moves her head and looks to the house. “Fuckfuckfuck. Pull out! Pull out!” She yells, and quickly stands up, pushing me back. She yanks up her pants.

I turn my back to the house, and stuff my hard cock back into my pants as the back door slams opens with a rattle against the house.

Fuck.