My best gal pal, Hallee, attentively listened to my tale of woe, nodded sagely and earnestly explained, “You’re in the marital doldrums, Becca.”

We’d met for dinner at a bistro. My husband, Mitch, was working late. Feeling blue, I hadn’t wanted to eat alone.

“What are the marital doldrums?” I asked.

Hallee smiled knowingly and replied, “I’ve been married a year longer than you, right? OK. The doldrums are a natural stage of marriage. It’s everything you’ve just been telling me about — the boredom, restlessness, the borderline panic that you’re never going to go to bed with another man for the rest of your life.”

I started to object. Being married to Mitch wasn’t causing me to panic. But Hallee cut me off.

“Look, it’s normal to have these feelings a couple years into marriage. The first flush has sort of worn off. You still like and love each other, but you’ve gotten into habits. You still screw, but it’s routine.”

I bit my lip and pushed away my half-eaten dessert. I had confessed to Hallee the dissatisfaction I’d felt lately. Mitch and I did indeed still fuck, but the spark wasn’t there anymore.

“Well, what do I do?” I sighed. “Do we try new stuff in the bedroom? Should we wear leather and spank each other?”

Hallee shrugged and asked, “Is that something you want to do?”

“Certainly not,” I answered indignantly.

“Then try something else.”

Hallee had always been one step ahead of me in life, even when we’d been schoolgirls together. Now we were in our mid-20s and successful career women.

“You said this happened to you and Wesley. What did you do about it?”

“I fucked somebody else.”

“What?” I yelped, causing heads to turn on the restaurant’s back patio.

She proceeded to tell me about it. It had been a one-off event, a single night of infidelity with a complete stranger, no strings attached, no messy aftermath.

“Once I made up my mind, I grabbed the first guy who got my motor humming and rode his cock all night.”

Hallee sighed happily at the memory.

I was still in shock and asked, “Did Wesley find out?”

“No. I didn’t tell him. But he was suddenly a new man to me after that. I had someone fresh to compare him to, and I could appreciate what a wonderful sexy man he is. It just took one little fling. You should try it.”

It was insane advice. But maybe there was something to it. I’d seen Hallee and Wesley together recently. They seemed very happy.

Hallee said, “You know I’m right. But you’re going to overthink this and stall and second-guess, and never do anything about it.”

She sounded a bit smug, and that annoyed me. But it was true. I wasn’t good at spontaneous action. And the idea of suddenly cheating on Mitch was just too much.

We said goodnight. My car was in the shop, so I called for a ride-share and waited in front of the restaurant, wondering if Mitch and I would make love that night. Wondering if it would be a stale exercise, like it had been too often lately.

A car pulled up to the curb, and a man stepped out. “Are you Becca?” he asked, offering a friendly smile. He was young, built and almost ridiculously handsome.

I faltered a moment, then blurted out, “Yes.”

He came around and actually held the rear door open for me. A tingle went through me. He hopped behind the wheel, and we were off.

I eyed him from behind and in the rearview. I didn’t normally ogle guys but couldn’t help myself. Maybe Hallee’s crazy advice had gotten stuck in my head. My pulse was racing. What if I actually did what she’d suggested?

I told the driver to make a detour through the city park. There was a lot, tucked under some trees. I would tell him to pull in there, then I’d — then we’d … maybe.

I really was an overthinker.

“Pull in here, please,” I heard myself say.

He didn’t ask any questions. He parked in the empty lot and turned around in his seat. I looked into his handsome face. Drawing a ragged breath, I asked, “You want to come back here and fuck me? Or are you just going stare?” I bit my lip again, not believing what I’d just said!

For a second he sat frozen, long enough for me to squirm with embarrassment. Then he grinned and climbed over the seat. He said, “I was literally just fantasizing about you saying something like that.”

We took each other in our arms and jammed our mouths together in a savage kiss. His eager tongue writhed against mine. Excitement ripped through me, amazingly intense. Part of me remained in shocked disbelief, but the rest of me was wet, wild and ready.

We kissed even harder. My hands moved over his muscular body, and he started feeling me up. His touch was electric, maybe because it wasn’t Mitch’s familiar caresses. With that, I put my husband completely out of my head. It was just me and this hot guy in a backseat.

He squeezed my tits through my shirt, and I rubbed the flagrant bulge in his jeans. Simultaneously we began tearing each other out of our clothes. It was dim inside the car, but I could see his sweet, naked body and steel-hard cock. My mouth watered, and my pussy streamed in anticipatory delight.

We grappled. He sucked my pebble-tight nipples, and I groped his ass, fingers sinking into his toned flesh.

Finally, I had to have a taste of him. I got him on his back and swiftly kissed and licked my way down his chest and abs. He spread his legs, and I settled down between his muscled thighs.

I held him gently by the balls, pointing his cock straight up. I swirled his big knob with my tongue, getting a tantalizing taste of pre-come. Then I hungrily dropped my mouth down his shaft, swallowing inch after veiny inch.

Taking that hard cock into my throat, I heard him moan. His ass clenched on the seat and his hips jerked upward. I went up and down on his rod, giving him some intense suction. His flavor filled my mouth, and I was seriously tempted to keep going until he blew his load across my tongue.

But he had other ideas. I realized just what he had in mind when he eased my mouth off him and scooted around so we could switch positions. I watched his head lower itself between my thighs.

The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt through me. He delved deeper, parting my pussy lips. I bit back an outright shriek of delight as he tongued my clit. Soon I was humping hard against his face. He drilled me deep, burying his tongue inside.

Before long, I seized his hair and came gushingly. He kept his mouth on me the whole time, slurping up my sex juice. Finally he came up for air, with his face gleaming.

I pulled him onto me, licking his mouth and savoring the hot, wet taste of myself. That seemed to seriously turn him on because he groaned and shivered.

“Get that cock in me!” I said. All inhibitions were long gone by that point. There was no second-guessing, no hint of regret on my part.

He shifted into place. I lifted my knees and felt his thick cockhead settle against my drenched slit. The air was humid like a hothouse. The car’s windows were fogged up. The backseat felt like our own private tropical paradise.

His cock plunged inside me, reaming my pussy nicely. He penetrated deeply, touching me at my core. Pleasure swamped me in huge, heavy waves. I crossed my wrists behind his neck, drew my knees toward my shoulders and lay back while he pounded me.

He was strong and wiry. He was a fine masculine reality, looming over me in the dusk of the backseat. His cock came down again and again, his rhythm smooth and not rushed. He was perfection.

I met his downstrokes with perfectly timed upward thrusts of my hips. Everything felt natural. No awkwardness, no hesitations. It was wonderful.

The pleasure built in me again, slower this time, coming up from some profound depth. I felt the joy moving through the cells of my body. Nerve clusters awoke, and my flesh quivered. He fucked me faster now, as if sensing my approaching climax.

I went into sweet convulsions, thrashing about on the seat. Orgasmic bliss swept me up, twirled me around and set me gently back down. I thought my driver might join me and pump his come into my pussy, but he held off, showing impressive self-control.

“Can I do you from behind?” he asked, panting.

I scrambled to get onto my hands and knees, and he maneuvered into position. His hands settled over my hips. His cock slipped back into me. The new angle was awesome, and fresh pleasure stirred inside me.

As he began stroking into me, I let a small part of my fevered brain return to Mitch. I could imagine that this was my husband right now, fucking me doggy-style. Mitch had always been great in bed, I realized. Nothing had changed between us physically.

I heard and felt the slap of balls against my slit. My nameless lover’s cock speared me. My fingers clawed the seat beneath me as ecstasy gathered within me yet again. I was going to come hard.

A complete stranger was boning me in the back of a car, and I was thinking about Mitch. I wanted to laugh out loud, but this hot guy might take that the wrong way.

His tempo was picking up; he was hammering into me. There would be no holding back his come this time. I grinned, and my body was ablaze with hot rapture. But I wanted my third climax to happen when his lovely cream shot into me.

He growled deep in his throat, and his hands tightened over my hips. Then warm liquid was gushing inside me. The sensation sent me helplessly over the top. An overwhelming climax raced through my being, and I cried out, unable to hold it in.

We fell together into a sweaty heap. The air reeked of sex. Shivering, I slowly came back to reality.

We dressed hurriedly, without speaking. He drove us out of the park and soon delivered me home. I tipped him generously and went inside to wait for Mitch to come home. Already I was anticipating hopping into bed with him. I had a hunch everything would feel brand-new again.