Sure I’d misheard the handsome man standing next to me at the fundraiser’s dessert table, I responded, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I said I work at a chocolate factory.” He pointed to the cake I was reaching toward and added, “And that’s not anything I would eat.”

Truth be told, the fudgy cake did look kind of sad. I’d been chitchatting with the man as we moved along the buffet line and looked over the offerings. The busy fundraiser was being held at the local community center. Jack, my husband of five years, was a charity bigwig, but he couldn’t make it, so I had to go in his place. Initially that had irked me, but now that I was talking with the good-looking, chocolate-factory man, things didn’t seem so bad.

I took a slice of cherry pie instead, and he did the same.

“Would you care to join me?” I asked, feeling a half-forgotten thrill lurch within me. The question seemed to be the opening salvo in a pointed flirtation.

“I’d love to,” he said, and we went together to a table. “By the way, I’m Sonny.”

I told him my first and last name, then without thinking added: “Mrs.” A second later, I mentally kicked myself. But my loyalty to Jack was reflexive. He was a decent husband, and we’d made our marriage work — more or less. But that didn’t mean I didn’t find other men attractive.

I explained to Sonny that my husband and I were both involved in the charity hosting that night’s fundraiser. I also told Sonny that I had a day job, too.

“But tell me about yours, please,” I begged. “A chocolate factory? Are you a character from a fairy tale?”

He laughed, giving off an easygoing vibe and a low, animalistic hum of sensuality. I furtively studied his figure. He was nicely built. I gazed at his hands; his long fingers looked strong.

As I nibbled on a forkful of pie, I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to feel his hands on my body.

Meanwhile, Sonny was telling me about his job.

“Factory was overstating it,” he clarified. “But it’s a great mom-and-pop place, and I love my work.” He went on to talk at length about the chocolate-making process and his personal baking hobby. He knew his stuff. Sweet.

“Thanks for warning me off that bad cake,” I said.

He started in about the dry texture he’d been able to spot at a glance. Then he laughed again, this time at himself.

“Sorry. I know it’s just chocolate,” he added.

“Don’t apologize. I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Especially when it comes to chocolate.” I was leaning forward, and my voice had gone husky before I even realized what I was doing.

Quickly, I dropped my eyes and muttered, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, giving my own words back to me. When I dared to look up, he was gazing at me intently. His sensual vibe made the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

I pushed aside my empty plate and explained, “Actually, I hardly ever have sweets anymore. My husband — he’s a maniac about calories — doesn’t want temptation in the house.”

Sonny leaned toward me now and whispered, “Temptation can be fun.”

I needed a reality check. Was there a spark between us, or was I imagining things? Was he actually interested in me? I’d been out of the game too long.

“Look,” he said. “I hope I’m not out of line, but if you’d like to sample some chocolate, I’ve got quite the selection. Back at my place.”

I wasn’t even thinking right then that people might be glancing our way and wondering about our increasingly chummy tête-à-tête. Did my posture betray how attracted I was to this man?

“I think,” I said, enunciating very clearly, “I would very much like some chocolate tonight.”

My pussy was all atingle as I followed Sonny in my car. Justifications and rationalizations zinged through my head the whole way to his place, even though I hadn’t done anything. Yet.

But if I did, well, maybe I could put it down to Jack denying me easy access to sweets. My husband was uptight. Sonny was mellow. And sexy. And, goddammit, how often does a chocolatier want to take you home with him?

His apartment’s kitchen was loaded with chrome appliances. A sweet warm aroma lingered in the air. He brought out some chocolate, and I nibbled this piece and that, while he explained the different ways the batches were prepared.

I felt a delicious rising tension between us. He held up yet another small chunk of chocolate and brought it to my lips. Our eyes locked, and I bit into the piece. Then my tongue was touching his fingertips. My mouth closed over them, and I sucked his sweet-tasting digits to his knuckles.

My heart raced, and desire coursed through me. He pulled his fingers gently away and moved his mouth toward mine. Our kiss tasted of the chocolate we’d both been sampling. It soon became a hungry, devouring lip-lock. He took me in his arms, and I pressed myself against him as our tongues grappled. His cock, swelling in his pants, was firm against my belly.

We abandoned the kitchen and headed to his bedroom. A new craving was hot within me. I desperately wanted this man. I tugged at his clothes as we reached the bed. He pulled off my blouse. His hands caressed my breasts, and I moaned. My nipples were erect against his palms.

I got his shirt off and groped his upper body. After that, we tore away the rest of our clothing and tumbled naked together onto the waiting bed.

His cock twitched against the soft flesh of my thigh. I reached around to knead a handful of his firm ass. Our kiss deepened, then he shifted and dropped his mouth onto my right tit. He sucked it, his tongue batting my stiff nip and sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me.

I slipped a hand between our bodies and dared to take hold of his stiff shaft. He felt so good in my hand, so vital and alive. I jerked his meat, my elbow working as I found a perfect pumping rhythm. He groaned as he continued to suck my breasts.

He slid his fingers between my legs. Anticipation burned in me for those few seconds before he touched my pussy. My hips were already bucking, and a mewl sounded deep in my throat.

His fingertips stroked my slick lips, and joy danced through the core of me. He delved two fingers inside, and I clenched helplessly on his digits. My hips jerked wildly as my entire body writhed.

Sonny only had to slide those fingers around in me a scant few seconds before a sudden and shocking climax hit me.

He brought his juice-slickened fingers to his own lips and sucked them clean before murmuring, “So sweet.”

With that, he eased me over onto my back and kissed his way down my body. Reluctantly I let go of his cock, but when I realized what was happening, I eagerly opened my legs. He nestled between them, his shoulders pushing on my inner thighs. The tickle of his breath brought a fresh tingling to my pussy. He licked my furrow up, then down, then up again, going deeper with each swipe.

Soon his tongue tip was probing me. My clitoris throbbed as he toyed with it. My hips rolled beneath me. He ate me with obvious enthusiasm, as if I really were as sweet as one of his masterful confections.

I reached for his head, sliding my fingers into his hair, and humped hard against his face. He alternatingly drilled me and lavished attention on my needy love nub until a new wave of climactic delight rose and overwhelmed me.

Looking satisfied with his own work, he sat up, his face shiny with my juices. A fresh burst of energy made me move fast. I shoved him onto his back and moved between his outspread legs.

I took his cock by its base and dropped my mouth onto his knob. His silken skin felt wonderful against my swirling tongue.

Sonny made gratifying sounds of pleasure. It was nice to know my technique hadn’t faltered during my years as a “boring” married lady. I sealed the ring of my lips around him and started sucking my way down his staff. I kept my tongue moving the whole time, tracing his squiggling veins. Soon I was fearlessly taking the crown of his cock into my throat, swallowing him right down to his balls.

I lifted and dropped my mouth, finding a hypnotic rhythm. I could still taste the chocolate I’d sampled earlier, but his dick was a much more enticing oral delight. I felt the pulse of him as I sucked. His strong legs squeezed me like a vise. He reached down to cup the back of my head as he thrust up into my mouth.

I was ready to blow him until he shot his load, but he gently pried me off him and gasped, “Let’s save that for later, huh?”

I lay back, and he climbed onto me. His wiry body felt good pressing on me. He slotted his cock into my pussy, and the pleasure of his penetration radiated through me. Every part of me hummed with ecstasy.

He started stroking in and out of me, and we fell into a cooperative tempo. My hips worked again, and I met each of his thrusts. His mouth fell against mine, and I tasted my own flavors on his tongue. The sugar I’d had earlier that night buzzed in my veins as frantic desire shrieked within me, a sweet urgent song. My body felt incredibly alive, moving in conjunction with this marvelous man, this sex-fantasy chocolatier who had plied me with treats and was now fucking me like a beast.

Our bodies smacked together with hollow fleshy slaps. He was drilling me to my deepest recesses. My pussy grasped him, and my juices were overflowing. He kicked himself into an even higher gear, and I was right there with him, feeling my pleasure and his mingling as we raced toward our mutual eruption.

He slammed me, and I thrashed wildly beneath him. I tried to hold back my ultimate joy for a few more seconds, but my resolve was failing. In that same instant, Sonny cried out, and I felt his hot jizzy jets bursting inside me.

I went with him, letting my climax consume me and savoring each of his urgent spurts.

Afterward, we had more chocolate. And after that, there were still more treats to enjoy.