The air in the den was thick with the scent of beer and bravado. Mark’s phone was a glowing slab of lust. “Look at this,” he whispered, holding it up for Jason. The screen flickered with a photo of Ann, his wife, bent over the bathroom sink. Her round, tight ass was on full display, a perfect peach set against the white tile. Jason’s breath hitched. “Fuck, Mark... her nipples.”

In the next video, Ann sucked one of her large, puffy nipples into her mouth, her petite tits pressed together. Mark’s cock throbbed in his shorts. “She’s been sending me these. Said she loves being my little porn star.” Jason felt his own dick straining against his zipper. “Man, can I... can I jerk off to her?” Mark practically shuddered with power. “Go for it.”

They unzipped in synch, pulling out their stiff rods. The room filled with the wet sound of pump and chug, their eyes glued to the tiny Latina on the screen. Ann’s moans from the video looped in their heads. “I bet she tastes like heaven,” Jason grunted, his precum thick and sliding. Mark watched his friend milk himself to his wife’s image—it made him harder than iron. “Gonna burst,” Jason wheezed.

“Upstairs,” Mark said, a dark grin splitting his face. “She’s out cold.” They crept up the stairs like teens hiding a Playboy. The bedroom door was ajar. Ann was spread like a feast on the king-size bed, naked and