My wife kissed me, looked warmly into my eyes, and said, “Have fun tonight.” Then she sent me out to go fuck some other woman.

I know. Sounds crazy. Sounds made-up. But Tiffany and I love each other deeply. We also have an understanding. Once a year on a specific day, we were free to have sex with any other willing partner. On our Cheat Day, all the rules of matrimony were suspended.

We’d been doing it for years now. The first time I’d told my best friend Ben about it, he didn’t believe me. We’d been out together at a club and he’d seen me pick up a woman and leave with her.

The next day Ben cornered me at the office. “Look, Harlan, I don’t think it’s cool what you did last night. But I want you to know I won’t tell Tiffany about it.”

I smiled. “You don’t have to. I already told her.”

Ben’s jaw dropped. “What?”

I explained Cheat Day to him. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it. “But how can the two of you stand it?”

“It’s like a release valve,” I explained. “You’re not married, maybe you don’t know. Pressure builds. You love your spouse but you’re with them every day, and you’ll never have another lover again. With Cheat Day we have a little harmless fun outside our marriage.”

Ben still had trouble believing it was “harmless.” But it was. I’d had a great time with the woman from the club the previous night, but I wasn’t tempted to see her again, or any other woman — at least not until next year.

But I would have these new memories with me. The woman’s hot naked body, the way she’d writhed underneath me, the feeling of her heaving tits, and the hard jets of my come blasting into her as she cried out in ecstasy.

Tiffany, meanwhile, had gotten herself a stud that same night. The guy had fucked her brains out, and I was perfectly okay with it, knowing our marriage would only be stronger for it.

“But doesn’t it make you want to cheat for real?” Ben persisted. “With Tiffany not knowing about it?”

“No,” I said. “The complete opposite, in fact.” Which was true. Tiffany and I were far more honest with each other than any other couple we knew.

So off I went into the night to seek out some strange pussy, with my wife’s blessing. And yes, I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

I hit a jazz club, but it was an older, somber clientele, though the music was great. I went from there to the place I’d gone with Ben on that other Cheat Day, but I didn’t have any luck. Nothing seemed to be clicking. I wondered uneasily if I was going to end up squandering this once-in-a-year opportunity.

Finally, I went into an unfamiliar lounge. The quiet was a bit of a relief. I ordered a glass of wine and sat at a table by myself.

Maybe I had lost my touch. Maybe my happy marriage to Tiffany had eroded my game and I wasn’t even capable of luring another woman anymore. Objectively I considered myself fit and good-looking. But maybe my opinion didn’t mean anything.

“Can I join you?”

I looked up and my eyes went wide. A very attractive woman in a snug black dress was standing by my table.

I blurted, “Absolutely.” I watched her sit, liking the poise of her movements. She had an elegant face, and her generous breasts were half-exposed by the low-cut dress. Desire rippled through me. My cock started growing in my slacks, but maybe she was just being friendly.

“I’m Beth.”

“Harlan,” I answered.

We began to chat — easy conversation, safe topics. She was obviously intelligent. When she laughed, it was a sweet purring sound. Her gaze was steady, her eyes bright. She certainly seemed to be checking me out.

Finally, she said, “I keep wanting to say something flirty, but I see that ring on your finger.” She smiled wistfully.

I didn’t take my ring off on Cheat Day. Neither did Tiffany. We didn’t want to give our temporary sex partners any illusions.

“How about I say something flirty to you?” I countered.

Her smile broadened. “I think you just did.”

So I told her about Cheat Day, expecting her to storm off halfway through my explanation. (That had happened before.) But she listened intently.

“That’s a brilliant idea,” she said. “If I’d had that with my last husband, we might still be married.”

“You’re extremely attractive,” I said. “But I turn back into a pumpkin at midnight.”

She grinned, grabbed my hand, and took me out of there. She lived four blocks away. I barely saw her apartment as she towed me into her bedroom. In a flash she’d shed the black dress. Her naked body was eye-poppingly beautiful. Her big tits were firm, her ass was taut. She gave off a smoldering sexuality that now blazed into a high heat.

I got out of my clothes. We didn’t make it to her bed, which waited nearby, broad and inviting. We rushed at each other and I caught her in my arms. Her skin felt incredibly smooth on mine as she pulled herself tightly against me.

Our mouths came together in a hungry, slavering kiss. Lips smeared on lips. Our tongues met and tangled. We kissed deep, deeper, holding tight to one another. My fiercely hard cock rubbed on her soft, flat belly. Her tits pressed on my chest, her two nipples as stiff as ice.

She squeezed my shoulders. I reached down to cup the sweet swells of her ass. She jammed her crotch on me, and I felt her hairless pussy’s slick readiness. Her needy moans had the same purring sound as her laughter, only more urgent, more lustful.

At last we tumbled together onto her bed. I got her onto her back, but not to fuck her. I wanted to savor this, to have the full sexual experience with her which would last through the next year.

I kissed and licked my way down her body, pausing to suck each of her tits until she was heaving them at my face and mewling with pleasure. I finished nibbling her nipples, then moved down until I was shouldering my way in between her silken thighs.

I gazed on her pussy’s gleaming lips. I drew in her scent, which made my cock throb even harder than it already was. Finally, I started licking her up and down. Her flavor coated my tongue. I probed inside, tasting her inner juices. Her ass quivered underneath her.

When I zeroed in on her clit, her hips began to buck. She shoved her pussy against my mouth, and I tongued her as deep as was humanly possible. I continued to lap and coax her love nub until the cry rose from deep in her throat. She humped my face hard and then came, spilling her juice into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly.

Now she wanted to have her taste of me. I obliged, lying back. She hunkered between my legs. She started off licking my balls, which sent pleasure humming all through me. She moved up to slip her lips over my bloated cockhead. Her tongue flicked me, and every muscle jumped in my body.

I lifted my head and watched my inches disappear into her mouth. What a beautiful sight. She sucked me expertly, dropping her mouth down my shaft in one uninterrupted plunge, not even pausing for her gag reflex. Then she lifted her head and dropped it. Lift. Drop. Up, down. Suctioning me the whole time, her tongue doing crazy things to my shaft. I growled with pleasure.

But she released me before I got to the point of no return. I was glad when she climbed on top of me, keeping me on my back. She took hold of my spit-wet cock and put it in her pussy, lowering herself deliciously onto me. Again I watched the magic trick: my cock disappearing into the beautiful woman, ta-da!

Her pussy walls gripped me in a wet, velvety fist. She ground down hard on me, taking every last millimeter of me up into her gorgeous body. I reached up and fondled her tits. I tweaked her luscious nipples and watched the pleasure play across her elegant features.

She rode me, again up and down, up and down. Her body flexed, and her breasts heaved in my hands. I moved them to her hips and thrust up into her, matching her downward lunges. We moved perfectly together. Sometimes it wasn’t so smooth on Cheat Day. I was glad Beth had decided to sit at my table.

Suddenly she was moving at a gallop, bouncing wildly on my cock. Her face tightened and she let out a cry. Her pussy gripped me furiously. I saw her climax rise through her like a visible energy, twisting pleasure from every part of her. I almost joined her but held back. I wanted all of her I could get.

When she slowed, I eased her off me and spread her on the bed. I moved onto her. Her flesh was damp with exertion now, her face bleary with lust. She was still intensely beautiful. I set my cock to her pussy, and she welcomed me in, lifting her hips, hands pulling on my shoulders.

I stroked deep into her, appreciating every bit of her, her looks, her vitality, her flexibility. I touched her at her core, feeling her quiver beneath me, pleased to be giving as well as receiving such pleasure. Nothing could ever be better than sex with my wife, but a respite like this — especially with a woman as dynamic as Beth — was a great joy. That it was only an annual event just made it sweeter.

I fucked Beth with a little more speed, picking up the tempo about every ninety seconds. I watched the ecstasy slowly build in her. I was timing myself to duplicate it. I wanted this to be just right.

Our bodies smacked together. She bucked underneath me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her teeth bared. I felt the runaway joy in me now, hurtling beyond my control. She started to thrash furiously, and a raw cry tore from her.

I added a yowl of my own and felt my thick, gooey spurts jet into her. She jerked and flailed and came with me. It was a lovely shared bliss.

Afterward, I kissed her, thanked her, dressed, and left. I told Tiffany all about it when I got home.