Ross

Ross stands in just his boxers. His muscled body fills the door frame. He’s left speechless by the sight. Me fucking our best friend’s wife.

Phoebe waves over my shoulder, “Sorry Ross. It’s my fault. I’ll try to keep it down.”

Ross closes his door, and walks toward us, whispering, “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

I feel the walls of Phoebe’s pussy squeeze my cock. She answers, “I think that is obvious.”

“Are you two having an affair?”

I lean her back up against the door to lessen the weight. She slides further down my cock. She involuntarily moans. “Ahh fuck. Sorry, we’re not having an affair. This is just for tonight.”

“Do your spouses know?”

With perfect timing, loud clapping comes from the other side of the door. My wife moans, “Oh fuck Joey. Take it slow. You’re fucking huge.” The clapping slows.

Ross’s eyes widen. “Oh my god. You guys seriously kept the contest going? This is going to ruin our group friendship.”

I thrust my cock in and out of Phoebe’s heavenly pussy. She scratches at my back. She gasps, “It’s worth it. Oh god it’s worth it.”

I’m getting tired. I carry Phoebe over to the couch and lay her down. My dick finally comes out of her, and I have to stretch and roll out my arms. Ross stares at the petite Asian’s sexy body.

I ask, “Would you like a turn?”

Phoebe spreads her legs, “Yeah. Join the fun. We won’t tell Rachel.”