I’m cheating on my husband with our neighbor. Our fling started during a friendly wine night. Peter, my hubby, was tired and decided to go home, but he encouraged me to stay at Lance’s apartment get-together for as long as I liked. I was just across the hall, after all.

“A little while longer” turned into several hours. It was so much fun hanging out with my neighbors, and to be honest, I also do love to flirt. And I especially love to flirt with Lance.

After Peter left, I really let loose. And when Lance whispered in my ear and suggested a quick fuck, I nearly stripped him right in the living room in front of all of our friends.

Fortunately, Lance has more self-control than me. He told me to give him a five-minute head start and then walk toward the bathroom. I swear, it was the longest five minutes of my life.

At 11:00 p.m. on the dot, I darted off toward the bathroom, ready for some fun. I was focused on what I thought was my destination, so I was startled by Lance’s hand shooting out from the bedroom and pulling me inside.

Lance leaned me against the door and backed my body up until it closed softly behind us with a definitive click. He reached out and pressed the push-button lock.

“Just in case,” he whispered.

With the door locked and the rest of the party safe on the other side — and too blotto to care where we’d gone — Lance proceeded to ravish me. His mouth descended to my neck. He nibbled and sucked on the sensitive flesh, setting me all aflutter. I flung a leg around Lance’s thigh and rubbed my pulsing pussy against his muscular leg. The motion caused a zing of pleasure to shoot through me. I felt moisture seeping from my core, coating my pussy lips and smearing against the crotch of my thong.

“You don’t waste any time,” Lance said appreciatively.

He nipped at my earlobe, sparking a jolt of electricity that seemed to shoot straight to my nipples.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he murmured as he nuzzled my neck. “I’ll make you come, baby.”

Lance pulled back, and I lowered my leg as he reached a hand between our bodies, so he could skim his fingers along the edge of my thong.

“Is this what you want?” he asked as he dipped two digits underneath my undies and stroked my cleft.

“Yes. Oh God, yes,” I moaned.

Lance gave me a passionate kiss, swallowing the last of my affirmation. Once he got me good and breathless, he released me long enough to say, “Not too loud. You’re not trying to get me caught with a married woman, are you?”

Good wine will make you feel invincible, which was certainly where I stood that evening. I knew Lance was being serious, but in that moment, every fiber of my being was focused on having fun.

“Make me come, and your secret is safe,” I teased.

“Our secret,” he countered.

Lance lowered his head and buried his face between my breasts.

“Holy fuck, you smell amazing,” he groaned.

The plunging V-neck dress I’d worn that evening had left my breasts wonderfully exposed. It was easy for Lance to wallow in my cleavage. But when he wanted more, he simply snuck his hands inside my bodice and flimsy demi-cup bra, scooped up my breasts and lifted them up, so they were fully exposed.

“You have incredible tits,” he said with admiration.

Lance ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, coaxing the tiny buds until they became firm peaks.

“And these nipples,” he said. “Fuck, I just want to run my tongue over them and take them between my teeth.”

“So do it,” I said. “I want you to.”

Those simple words released a torrent of passion. Groaning, Lance sucked one nipple into his mouth and trapped the other between two fingers.

He mumbled some dirty words I couldn’t quite make out because they were muffled by my breast. It didn’t matter anyway. Lance could’ve been reciting the Pledge of Allegiance, for all I cared. As long as he kept sucking my tit, I didn’t give a fuck what he had to say.

After delivering a sharp, parting pinch to my nipple, Lance’s palm glided over my abdomen and headed straight for my mound. He slipped in under the waistband of my thong, positioning himself so his cupped hand completely covered my pussy.

Lance’s digits settled on either side of my slit, while the heel of his palm rested against my clit. He spread his fingers to part my folds, then he sank one digit deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, Lance,” I sighed.

Having him inside me provided such sweet relief, but it also sparked a demanding hunger. I rocked my hips, urging Lance to pick up the pace. I wanted him to fuck me. I tugged at his hair and forced him to look into my eyes.

“Put your mouth on my pussy,” I demanded. “Now!”

Lance dropped to his knees in front of me. He took the hem of my dress in his fist and pushed it up over my hips to reveal my lace thong. He rolled the thin elastic waistband between his fingers.

He yanked at my thong, bringing it down to my ankles in one smooth motion. I stepped out of it and watched as Lance balled up my undies in his fist and tucked them in his pocket.

“You can have them back later. If you’re good.”

I wondered what Peter would say if I turned up at home missing my underwear. Not that I was worried. There were plenty of ways I could convince Lance to return them to me. I wouldn’t be wearing them again for a while anyway. I was hot and wet, and I wanted his mouth on my clit.

Lance swept his fingers over one of my ankles and bent to kiss my foot, then he ventured upward, raining feather-soft kisses up my shin to my knee. When he reached my thigh, he nipped at me, too.

“Lance, please,” I hissed impatiently.

Feeling his mouth move over me was bliss, but what I needed was an orgasm. An insistent pulse pounded deep in my pussy, which demanded satisfaction. The only remedy would be his lips on my clit.

I held my dress up and out of the way as Lance groped my ass cheeks. His fingers sank into my flesh as he tilted my hips forward. I widened my stance as he leaned in and swiped his tongue over my swollen clit.

“Oh yes,” he murmured. “You are what I need tonight.”

Lance’s tongue quickly flicked against my bud, then he sealed his lips around it and sucked.

I groaned and pounded my fist against the door.

This time, Lance didn’t try to quiet me down. How could he? His mouth was busy doing something much more important. His lips, teeth and tongue were working in concert to coax an orgasm out of me, as were his talented fingers. My God, that man had a magical touch. He finger-banged me while continuing to orally worship my clit, driving me ever closer to climax.

My muscles were already quivering around his digits when Lance decided my asshole shouldn’t be neglected. He trailed a wet finger back along my slit to my puckered hole and dipped his digit inside. My breath hitched in my chest. At the same time, I registered the sound of someone shuffling in the hallway on the other side of the door. Even though the door was locked, their presence excited me. I guess a part of me felt as though the person could bust through the door and catch us in the act. The idea thrilled me and seemed to spark my orgasm.

All the air came whooshing back into my lungs in one giant gust as my climax hit me hard. A rush of honey poured over Lance’s fingers. I could hear his digits squelching loudly as they plundered my wet holes. His lips buzzed against my clit, stoking the fire that was fully engulfing me.

Suddenly, Lance stood, scooped me up and walked me to his bed. He tossed me horizontally onto the mattress, and I giggled gleefully. He unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his pants and released his cock so quickly his hands were nearly a blur.

I opened my legs wider and scooted my ass to the edge of the bed. I wanted his erection inside me, pounding me good, and I’ll admit the notion that I was cheating on my unaware husband really lit a fire in me. I guess I’m just a bad girl.

“Come on, baby,” I purred. “Fuck me.”

Without hesitation, Lance dove on top of me and drove his dick into my cunt.

“Oh yes,” I sighed. “Give it to me, Lance.”

I locked my ankles at the small of his back and lifted my hips, urging his dick even deeper inside my core.

Lance planted his forearm on the bed, bracing his body over mine as he pounded away at my pussy.

“More!” I demanded.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Lance fucked me with such force that the mattress shifted on the frame. After that, it only took two more thrusts to make us both fall to pieces.

Peter was sleeping soundly when I returned home at dawn, which was good for me, considering my hair was tousled and my thong was still in Peter’s pocket. I got into bed next to my husband and immediately drifted off, dreaming about my dirty little secret.