When a cuckolded husband and his coworker get together, it’s more than a hookup — it’s a chance for them to get even.

It is a perfect Saturday morning, with a cloudless sky and the temperature hovering at a mild 75 degrees. I’ve tossed and turned for more than 45 minutes, wondering whether I should get out of bed or stay in it for the entire weekend, like I’ve been doing for the past four weeks. My wife left me a month ago, after years of complaining that I wasn’t successful enough, never did anything spontaneous, and, most of all, didn’t arouse her libido. I really should be out celebrating, since my family and friends think Joyce’s leaving is the best thing that could have happened to me. Yesterday at work, a small group of friends insisted I attend the beach jazz festival with them today, and I suppose I should be grateful for the invitation.

Since I live just a couple of miles from the ocean, I decide to ride my bike there. Parking is always a bitch, plus I could use the endorphin rush. Not that I’m out of shape. I still have my same cut abs, tight washboard waist, all my dark hair (with a few grays), and thick black eyelashes that made all the girls at school lust after me. Maybe I don’t earn six figures like Joyce expects, but at least I can still pass for 30 instead of my real age of 45.

Cruising at a comfortable speed, I make it to the festival gates by 12:30 p.m. Roger and Daphne are waiting anxiously for me to secure my bike so we can go inside and see the sexy Dana Fuchs perform.

“Come on, Ryan,” Daphne urges, bouncing her leg like she has to piss. “Don’t worry about getting a beer. We’ve got a huge cooler full and everyone has been waiting for you.”

“We got here five hours ago so we could get a front-row spot,” Roger adds. “Hopefully there will be some beer left by the time we get back. Josh has been double-fisting.”

“Oh, yeah,” Daphne rolls her eyes as she takes my hand to lead the way. “He also brought along a few of the girls from HR.”

It feels a little weird to be holding Daphne’s hand while Roger is right next to us. Although he doesn’t seem to care that his chick is touching me, so I guess it shouldn’t bother me. It also doesn’t surprise me that Josh showed up with a harem. He’s quite proud of his title as company player, and he didn’t feel guilty about swapping spit with my wife during a work picnic. He was the first to congratulate me for kicking her out; I didn’t bother to mention that it was she who left, especially when he told me they’d slept together a few nights after the picnic.

After squeezing through hundreds of bodies, the three of us make it to their prime spot. Everyone from the accounting department is happy to see me and glad I decided to come. Someone passes me a bottle and I end up doing a couple of shots of Patrón and chasing them with a beer.

“Way to put some down!” Josh shouts, being his usual obnoxious drunk self and giving me a fake punch in the shoulder.

“Impressive,” the girl beside him comments.

I’m about to let out a tremendously loud belch — until her eyes meet mine. Somehow, I contain the massive bubble of beer gas traveling up my throat, transfixed by her looks. With the sun shining down, her eyes appear to be a translucent green, like the color of emeralds. She has this long, flowing mane of dark mahogany curls that reaches the middle of her back. The ripped black jersey she’s wearing clings to her gorgeous breasts, exposing most of her cleavage. My gaze travels down to the cutoff jean shorts that show off her toned thighs, right down to the cute sandals on her manicured feet. She has a small dragonfly tattoo by her ankle, but I won’t hold that against her when she has so much else going on. Looking through the crowd, I see a lot of hot chicks, but this mysterious woman has my full attention — with both heads.

“You and Sheila haven’t met yet,” Josh says, noticing the attraction between us. “Ryan,” he continues, “this is my girlfriend, Sheila, from human resources.”

We slowly shake hands without losing eye contact. “I can’t believe we haven’t met before.”

“Well,” she replies, “I just transferred here about two months ago, and if you don’t have any issues with the company or your coworkers, it could be years before we’d run into each other.” She chuckles. I love the sound of her laugh.

When Dana Fuchs begins to sing, the crowd really starts to get into the music. She has a beautiful, soulful voice that has a way of seducing you. As Josh preoccupies himself by checking out every nearby female body, as well as making lewd comments about the singer, I stand close behind Sheila and play with the mahogany curls resting on her shoulders. I keep wondering when she’s going to pull away. Instead, she takes a step back, closer to my chest. When the back of her ass rubs against my crotch, my cock instantly begins to swell and strain against my jeans.

Quickly, I look over at Roger and Daphne to see if they notice. With their arms wrapped around each other and their eyes focused ahead, they appear clueless. Everyone around us is entranced by the music. It’s been years since a woman turned me on like this, and I don’t want the moment to end.

“I gotta use the restroom,” Sheila announces.

Josh looks at her, and then spots a blonde giving him the eye. “I think I’m going to check out the T-shirts,” is all he says. “Take your time.”

“I’ll guard the door for you, Sheila,” I offer. “You can’t trust these porta johns.”

“Thanks, man,” Josh replies, putting his hand on my shoulder, and then whispers sarcastically, “Women with their female issues. Fucking pain in my ass.”

If he only knew what I’m about to do, I think, as I grab Sheila’s soft little hand and lead her through the crowd. We push our way through the sea of intoxicated bodies and toward the porta johns in the parking lot. The lines are ten people deep, but I pull Sheila with me to the front of a line that’s all guys. I look back and give them a nod, and they let us pass without argument. They all know any other dude would do the same thing in their position.

Lucky for us, it’s a larger, handicapped john with a small seat next to the toilet. I close the lid on the disgusting container, hiding the contents as well as the smell. Pulling Sheila close to me, I lock the door behind us. Both of us look into the other’s eyes, breathing heavily, with no clue why we’re taking such a risk, while at the same time knowing how badly we want each other.

No words are exchanged as I cup her delicate chin with the palm of my hand and press my mouth against hers. My instinct is to devour her flesh as my mouth moves from her soft lips, down her neck, until my lips find her hard nipple. I can taste the salt from her skin, smell the sweet scent of jasmine in her perfume, and my tongue tingles at the thought of tasting her pussy. I shove my hand down inside her shorts, feeling the wetness between her thighs. Sheila’s pussy is clean-shaven, and my fingers rub that sensitive spot every woman wants touched. I can feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter when I push my fingers deeper into her tight hole. The murmur of a thousand voices surrounds us from outside as Sheila grinds her pussy against my hand and starts to moan.

Before she gets too loud, I pull my fingers from her cunt and shove them into her mouth. The taste of her own pussy juice seems to quiet her. With one hand in her mouth, I take the other and pull down her shorts and wet panties. My tongue dives between her swelling pussy lips, savoring her sweet juices as she continues to suck her juices from my fingers.

Her hips start bucking and I know she’s close to coming. I latch on to her clit, sucking her little nub harder and harder. It isn’t long before she grinds her cunt hard against me and I feel her come flowing into my mouth. The intense satisfaction I feel from giving her that orgasm warms my body from head to toe. My cock is so hard, I feel it might explode if I don’t get it inside her pussy immediately.

Before Sheila can resist, I turn her around by the shoulders so her hands are resting against the plastic outhouse walls. I shove her feet apart and get her perfect ass in position. But now my cock is throbbing so hard I’m not sure how long I’ll last in her tight hole. I tell her to take it into her mouth and get it good and wet for her pussy. Eager to submit, she quickly turns and drops to her knees on the outhouse floor and feverishly sucks me off. As I thrust deep into her mouth, I wrap my hands around her long hair and push her head farther down my shaft. I think I hit the back of her throat a couple of times, and decide I’m lubed up enough.

Turning her back around, I work my thick cockhead slowly into her pussy. Once in, it’s all over as I thrust the entire length of my shaft deep inside her cunt. I take a big handful of her dark curls between my fingers and pound her harder and harder from behind. The outhouse walls are beginning to shake and I can hear the voices outside, talking about what’s going on. Eighteen months of abstinence and pent-up frustration take over and I can’t stop. I couldn’t care less if there were a million people outside listening to us. If I get arrested after this, it will be completely worth it.

Sheila is biting her hand, holding her screams of ecstasy at bay as I fuck her. I’m about to blow when I notice her hips grinding against me again. She’s going to come again, she’s going to come, is all I can think as I try to hold off to give her another three minutes of intense pounding. As her sweat-lined body begins to jerk, I pull my cock out of her dripping pussy and blow a huge load all over her bare ass. Her juices trickle down her thighs as thick gobs of semen fill her crack. I watch in awe as my come slides down her beautiful ass cheeks and onto the dirty vinyl floor for the next patron to step in.

Breathing heavily, sweat dripping down our bodies, Sheila and I can only stare at each other as we try to stand. The spell is suddenly broken when somebody raps on the door, asking if he can use the john before he pisses his pants.

We laugh as we try to clean ourselves the best we can with the last tiny bit of toilet paper, and shove our clothes back on.

“What are you going to tell Josh?” I ask. “You think he has any clue?”

“I hope so,” Sheila says, shocking me. We finish putting our clothes on and walk out the door with a hundred eyes staring at us. A couple of dudes even pat me on the back. I laugh, wondering if Sheila was being sarcastic. I have no intention of spilling what just happened between us. But judging by the way she said that, I start to wonder.

“Seriously, you’re not really going to tell him, are you?” I ask again.

“Honesty, Ryan, I’m going to enjoy telling him, and you should, too.”

“Why is that?” I ask, even though I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.

“Josh and I had been dating for 14 months before I transferred here to try to make our relationship work. Then I caught him having an affair with a friend’s wife,” she explains.

“You mean my wife, Joyce?”

“I’m sorry, Ryan,” she says, caressing my shoulder. “He’s been screwing around with Joyce, along with a few others. But to fuck one of your friend’s wives is really low, even for him. I figured when I moved here, I would eventually meet you and give him a little payback. I just had no idea an accountant could be so attractive. Joyce is an idiot for cheating on you.”

“So is Josh,” I smile at her. “Ready to go tell him?”

“Hell, yeah,” she says, straightening her shirt. “I’ve been ready for a long time.”