I only had an hour… to get in, get off and get out. But in that hour, she was mine. Maria, my best friend’s wife. She’d do anything I asked, but I only needed one thing…
I'd always envied my best friend, Jack. He had the perfect life. Nice, big, two-story house, 2 cars, a pool, an easy-going, relaxed - but VERY profitable - job. All that jazz.
But he had something I envied even more than all that:
Oh my God, Maria. That hot Latina was crazy smokin' gorgeous. Long, wavy, black hair that fell to her mid-shoulders, deep green, emerald eyes, tanned body, heart-shaped face and the largest rack this side of Texas.
The thought of Jack getting a piece of her delectable ass made me irrationally angry. So much so, that it began to strain our normally impervious relationship.
Of course I couldn't tell him, that would out me as some kind of marriage-ripping pervert.