She slips her shorts down

In response, Phoebe reaches up and grabs the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down her legs. I mimic her actions and push down my boxer briefs. Her soft ass rubs against my dick. My still soft dick. I need to get hard to fuck her.

I grab her face and turn it back to me. I give her the sloppiest French kiss of my life. Tipsy high schoolers on their first make-out session. I don’t care. I want her so bad. I want to be in her little pussy again. I just need to get hard.

Phoebe smiles against my lips, “Your breath tastes horrible Chandler.”

“Psh you love it. Makes it even dirtier for you. You love that I’m cheating on my wife.” I give her another deep kiss, biting on her lower lip this time.

Quietly Phoebe says, “Technically I’m cheating on my husband too,” she pauses for a moment, “but he won’t care, but if he finds out he will tell your wife.”

I comb my hand into her and then ball my fist gripping it. “How would he find out?” I ask.

She grimaces with pain, “He’ll find out if we’re too loud. Or if the sex is terrible and I tell him about it.”

Phoebe grins at me. She doesn’t realize that I’m too drunk to care about her pleasure. I just need to get off. It’s been too long.

I pull her hair, tilting her face to me. The whiskey talks for me, “If we get divorced, then we’ll have to marry each other and fuck hard every night.”

Phoebe looks into my eyes, “That sounds amazing. Let’s do it. I’ll be your little whore.”

I kiss and grope her perky tits, quickly finding and squeezing her pierced nipples. “You wanna be my little slut wife and fuck me every night so I can get to sleep peacefully.”

Not missing a beat, between sloppy kisses, Phoebe says, “Yes. Every night. And on night when you’re too tired. I’ll still need to get off. So I’ll suck you hard then I’ll ride your fat cock until I squirt everywhere, ruining the bedsheets.”

“You squirt?” I ask.

“Yes. I have in the past. Joey hasn’t been able to make me, but other men have,” Phoebe says. Biting on my ear and kissing down my neck.

Click.

My drunk body has a new goal:

Fuck Phoebe so hard she squirts. (Thus being better than her husband and his substantial cock.)