Accepting an invitation to dinner with my husband, my secret lover and his wife turned out to be more fun and fulfilling than I’d expected. The rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins when Jack stroked my thigh under the table alongside our utterly oblivious spouses was intoxicating. Then our eyes met, and we both knew we needed a moment to ourselves.

When Karen suggested we move our hangout session to the living room, I excused myself and made a beeline for the guest bathroom on the opposite side of the first floor.

The doorknob rattled as I rinsed the last of the soap off of my hands.

“I’ll be right out,” I called.

Jack’s gritty baritone rumbled through the wooden door: “Let me in, Ellen.”

I lunged forward, flipping the lock and opening the door in record time.

He slipped inside and wove his hands through my hair, pulling me against his chest as he closed the door behind us.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he murmured against my ear.

A hot blush bloomed over my cheeks and spread down my neck all the way to my breasts.

“Jack, my husband and your wife are just down the hall.”

“I don’t care,” he growled.

Grabbing my ass cheeks, he scooped me up and lifted me onto the edge of the marble sink. Even through my skirt, it chilled my skin, sending a pleasant shiver up my spine.

“Karen and Tim could try to take down this door, and I still wouldn’t stop.”

As I opened my legs wider to accommodate Jack’s broad frame, my skirt scooted up my thighs. The red fabric bunched up at my hips, revealing my purple silk thong — Jack’s favorite piece of lingerie. A small part of me had hoped we would find time to sneak away that evening. If we did find some time alone, I wanted Jack to see I’d dressed for him.

My lover sank to his knees and nuzzled my mound with his nose. He took in a deep, shuddering breath and whispered, “God, you smell amazing.”

He nudged my thong to the side, exposing my pussy.

“I just want to lick you and sink inside you,” he murmured, his breath fanning over my sex. He hooked his finger and held the material to the side. “This is what I’ve been craving all damn day.”

“Then eat up.”

Not missing a beat, Jack sealed his lips around my clit and sucked rhythmically.

“Oh,” I gasped — a little too loudly.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle any other sounds that might try to escape.

Jack chuckled as he rubbed his cheek against my thigh, tickling my sensitive skin with his five o’clock shadow.

Using my free hand, I braced myself on the edge of the sink and rolled my hips, grinding against Jack’s face. I locked my ankles behind his back and dug my heels into the gap between his shoulder blades, using all the strength in my thighs and calves to hold him close.

As if torturing my clit with his tongue wasn’t enough to drive me up a wall, Jack added a few fingers to the mix. He spread his pointer and ring fingers wide, parting my pussy lips and exposing my molten center. I felt his wedding band pressing against my wet sex. Then he dipped his middle finger inside my snatch, and I saw stars.

I bit down on my lower lip, refusing to allow the sounds of my pleasure to give us away. No one has ever made me scream the way that Jack does, but on that night, those sounds needed to be stifled.

Jack’s mouth and hands are a gift. He isn’t a man who relies solely on his dick to get the job done. He understands how to use every part of himself to make every part of me come alive.

Of course, it also helps that Jack knows his way around my body.

That bathroom hookup wasn’t our first clandestine meeting, and it certainly wouldn’t be our last.

Jack’s hands slid underneath my ass cheeks. He lifted me off of the sink and stood me on the floor in front of him.

“If I fucked you the way I want to, I’d rip the sink right off the wall,” he said.

Taking advantage of his hold on my butt, Jack pulled me close to him. He pressed his growing bulge against me.

“Can you feel it?” he asked with urgency. “Can you feel what the fuck you do to me?”

“Yes, Jack,” I moaned softly. “Yes, I do.”

He laid a searing hot kiss on my lips. While his tongue pillaged my mouth, his hands explored my body. He skimmed his palms over my hips and up to my waist. His fingers bit into the soft flesh just below my rib cage. He held me tight, then he quickly flipped me to face the sink.

Shocked by the sudden move, I gasped and briefly lost my balance. Fortunately, Jack’s hands remained on my waist, holding me steady.

I planted my hands on the sink and arched my back, bouncing my ass in invitation.

“Now that you have me where you want me, come and get me.”

Jack pounced, smacking his hands on the sink and caging me in.

My ass slammed against him, bringing me back into contact with his bulge. Despite his slacks being in our way, Jack’s thick shaft managed to nestle itself between my cheeks.

“Jack, I need you now,” I groaned. “Fuck me, please. We don’t have much time.”

He placed one hand on my back and pushed me down onto the vanity. His other hand dropped to my hip. He grabbed hold of my thigh and brought my ass up to cock-level.

Satisfied with this new position, Jack bent and placed a kiss on my ass.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

He hooked a finger into my thong and pulled it to the side, baring my sex, then he traced a finger along my slit. He kissed me again, this time planting his lips on my slit and briefly tonguing my pussy hole.

Jack reached to the side, grabbed one of the dainty hand towels Karen kept in a basket on the vanity and stuffed it into my mouth.

“That’ll keep you quiet.” 

He wasn’t kidding. Nary a peep would get past that makeshift gag. It was freeing, in a way — knowing my cries of pleasure would be sufficiently muffled and that our spouses would remain oblivious to our quickie.

Jack unzipped and the head of his cock tapped against my gash. He leaned forward, resting his chin on my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, “Ready, love?”

I nodded, and he rocked his hips, entering me in one smooth motion.

My ass bounced against his washboard abs. Jack sank deeper still, burying every inch of his shaft inside me.

“You feel incredible,” he groaned.

Leaving one hand on my hip to guide us, he slipped the other around to my front, placing his fingers directly on my clit. He massaged the aching bud, ratcheting up my arousal. I was so fucking wet. The slippery juices overflowed from my hole, allowing Jack’s cock to glide in and out at lightning-fast speed.

While the washcloth did a great job of stifling my moans, it did nothing to disguise the rattling of the vanity’s doors and drawers as Jack pistoned his cock in and out of me. Even the tiny bar of decorative soap shook on its dish.

In no time, I was so close to coming. My pussy twitched around Jack’s shaft, gradually growing tighter until my orgasm finally rocked me to my core.

Every time I thought the feelings of ecstasy were ebbing, another wave would crash over me and drag me back under. I felt as if I were drowning in pleasure and didn’t think that was such a bad way to go.

My entire body shook from the force of my orgasm. Even the aftershocks were glorious — each was a little explosion of intense pleasure. I was drunk with bliss and sagged against the sink, surrendering myself to Jack completely.

He buried his face in my neck, doing his damnedest to mask his own grunts and groans. The thrusts of his cock grew more intense and erratic, a sure sign to me that he was rapidly unraveling. It was a beautiful state I’d witnessed on multiple occasions. I relaxed and let him use me for his pleasure. And that’s exactly what he did.

After a few more particularly hard thrusts, I felt his cock gushing inside me like a geyser.

“Oh yeah,” he grunted softly.

He pumped the last of his cream into me before extracting himself from my depths.

Pulling the towel from my mouth, he said, “I’ll take that.”

He wet the cloth in the sink and swabbed his cock. Then he turned his attention to me and said, “Don’t clean up.”

He righted my thong and smoothed my skirt over my thighs before swatting me on my ass.

“I want to look at you sitting next to Tim and know you’re still full of my come.”

Jack opened the door and snuck out into the hall, closing it behind him so gently that I could hardly hear the metallic sound of the knob clicking back into place.

Pulling myself together, I smoothed my hair and swiped a smear of lipstick from my cheek before heading back to join the others.

I waved my cell phone as I said, “Sorry I took so long. I got a call from work that couldn’t wait.”

Karen waved the apology away and said, “Don’t worry about it. Jack isn’t back with our wine yet anyway. I’m going to see what’s keeping him. He can get lost in that wine cellar.”

While Karen took off for the basement, my husband put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, making me shift in my seat. My wet thong rubbed deliciously against my still swollen clit. I felt a dollop of Jack’s come leak out of my snatch. My pussy felt hot, sticky and oh-so-wet.

Karen and Jack came back into the room as I was crossing my legs and trying to get more comfortable. A sly grin lifted the corner of Jack’s lips, telling me he knew exactly why I was wiggling my ass on his leather couch. It was our little secret, one that would fuel our fantasies until the next time we could share a stolen moment.