As I showered, I thought about which earrings would match the sexy outfit I’d bought for my night out with Hank.

I had big plans, thanks to my cheating, soon-to-be-ex-husband, Jon. Hank worked with Jon and, as it turned out, happened to be Jon’s least favorite person — and my guilty pleasure. Hank was coming to pick me up, but since I was running late, I’d told him to just come in and make himself comfortable.

I was washing my hair when I heard Hank’s voice. I could barely see the outline of his broad shoulders as I peered through the steamy shower door. I thought I saw him quickly tuck something colorful behind his back, but before I could ask, he called out, “I brought wine. Would you like a glass before dinner?”

I laughed and said, “Sure. And make yourself at home while you’re at it!” Then I ordered him out of the bathroom and finished rinsing my hair. I opened the shower door a little so I could snag a towel from the rack, but Hank was back, holding a towel in one hand and a wineglass in the other. I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around me, then stepped out of the shower. He pretended to cover his eyes while peeking between his fingers. I opened my towel and flashed him, then ran off giggling, with him in pursuit. He caught me in the bedroom and spun me around to face him. I kissed him, tasting the wine I’d yet to sip. With our mouths still locked together, I led him toward the bed. We sank into the comforter and I let him unwrap my towel.

“You’re still wet,” he said, kissing his way down my legs.

I laughed and said, “You’re wicked. Come back up here.”

“In a minute,” he said.

I quivered as I felt his tongue delve into me and his fingers brush my clit. My breathing became more rapid as the intensity built and my hips undulated involuntarily. He sucked on my pleasure point and pushed two fingers inside me. Then he curled them and pressed upward at just the right spot, sending me into orbit. Gripping the comforter between clenched fists, I came in a rush, screaming, “Yes — there, right there!”

I unclenched my fists as he began kissing his way back up to my lips. I unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. I loved this guy’s cock! It wasn’t much bigger than my husband’s, but it was a lot thicker and really filled me.

My hips rose and he was inside me. We moved together in rhythmic ecstasy, as if we’d been lovers all our lives and not just a couple of weeks. My orgasm was rising in me as his cock pistoned in and out. I felt him tense up and explode inside me as his last thrust pushed me over the edge. We were both out of breath and drenched in sweat. As he rolled off me, I saw a bouquet of roses on the floor that he had dropped while pursuing me.

“Wine and flowers,” I said as I kissed him again, running my hands over his shoulders. “You’re definitely on the right track!”