My husband’s brow furrowed as I snapped at him for the fourth time that day. I was on edge, and we both knew it. But what he didn’t know was when I was in that kind of mood, I’d often look for a way to let off some steam — with another man. Don’t get me wrong. I like Chris. I also like variety, and I don’t always let him know when I’m stepping out for some extra fun.

But I’ll admit my adventure that night happened entirely by accident. And what a satisfying accident it was!

I’d been going about my day, dealing with a very busy job, problem-ridden errands and nonstop traffic.

Dinner was an afterthought, so I stopped at the local grocery store to see what the hot bar had to offer because Chris was working late that evening.

The store was a big fancy chain, and usually I could get anything from fresh lasagna, to really good Chinese, to fried chicken — in other words, all my favorites.

I was loading up a carryout container with General Tso’s chicken when someone banged into me from behind, causing me to splash the sticky red sauce on my white sweater.

I started to swear, but I didn’t finish my sentence because I turned and saw the handsome culprit behind me. He was balancing a stack of containers in his arms.

“I’m so sorry. I almost lost the top one, and then I almost lost my balance.” He nodded toward my dinner. “Let me pay for that, and at least I’ll feel a bit better.” Upon noticing my stained sweater, he added, “Or I can pay for your dry-cleaning.”

“Machine washable,” I said, with a wry smile.

My brain was taking stock of this man. Tall, lanky, dark-haired and blue-eyed. He had a kinetic energy about him, and the way he moved made me wonder what it would be like to be beneath him while we fucked.

My pussy flooded, and my heart rate sped up.

“Let me do something,” he insisted.

I looked at his left hand. No wedding ring. Of course, I was sporting a band myself. But I never let that stop me.

“There is something you could do for me,” I said.

“Let’s go pay, and you can tell me all about it.”

I followed him gladly, watching his tight ass in his faded jeans as we walked to the register, where he paid for his dinner and mine.

About 12 minutes later, we were in the parking lot, and I had him backed up against the cinder-block wall of the store. Twilight was descending, and my hands were running from his waistband to his broad chest. His hands gripped my ass and squeezed my cheeks. My pussy was molten, my nipples like pebbles.

I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could taste it.

“Here?” he asked as I pushed my hand into his jeans. Beneath his underwear, I found his cock and took him in hand. His rod was long, hard and warm in my grip. A slick of pre-come coated his cockhead, and I spread it with my thumb as he hummed with pleasure.

“Actually, in my SUV,” I told him as I nodded toward my hulking ride in the far corner of the lot.

He picked up our bags from the ground and followed me to the SUV, and when I got in the back, he ducked in after me. He dropped the bags over the front seat, and I pushed him back, eager to get down to business. I undid his belt and popped his button.

“This is OK, yes?” I asked as I pulled down his zipper.

“Fuck, yes,” he said. “I had no idea bumping into a stranger could do such wonders for my day.”

“It’s just the start,” I said.

I tugged at his jeans, and he lifted his ass to help me slide them down. I straddled his legs, bent over him and took his cock in my mouth. I slid my hand up and down his shaft as I licked and sucked the tip of him.

“Do you like that?” I asked, grinning.

“Yes. I do like that. Very, very much,” he groaned.

He put his hand gently on the back of my head and pushed until I went back to sucking his cock. Sliding my mouth up and down his hard length, I took him in as deep as I could. Almost far enough to make me gag. Then I slowly pulled back. When I sucked the tip like a lollipop, he hissed and groaned with pleasure. My fingers trailed along his balls, and his body reacted with a jerk. I sucked his cock as thoroughly as I could, given that my wet pussy was aching for action. I was wriggling my ass in the air, thinking of him planting that thick monster inside me.

He caught on, sat up and pushed me back lightly until I sat on my butt. The seat was big and wide, like a single bed.

“Take those off,” he said, indicating my jeans.

I got rid of them quickly and stripped off my panties and top, too. He dove headfirst between my legs. He licked my pussy with an insistent pressure, his fingers sliding up the insides of my thighs and dancing over my mound. He stroked my hips and then cupped my ass.

All the while he lapped at me, and then drove his rigid tongue into my pussy.

I sighed, cupping the back of his head and arching my back to jam my pussy against his mouth. I was insanely aroused, but I wanted more.

“Put your fingers in me,” I said. “Start with two and move to three. Hard,” I said.

“Hard it is.”

He pushed two thick fingers into my pussy and slid them inside as far as he could. He hooked them inside me, so his fingertips drove against my G-spot. The sensation was exquisite. At the same time, his tongue toured my pussy and his teeth nibbled my clit, then he went back to slowly and evenly licking my bud.

“More,” I said.

He pushed a third finger inside me. He jammed them deeper, faster, harder. He curled his fingers again and kept my pussy full as he ate me out.

He sucked on my clit, drawing on it with force, and that, coupled with the thrusting pressure of his fingers, made me come. I shouted inside the car as the orgasm hit me and he fell back.

I turned on my belly, lifting my ass. I said over my shoulder, “I like to be taken from behind. Hard and fast.”

“Hard seems to be the theme of the day,” he joked.

The street lights had popped on outside. The car smelled like Chinese food and sex.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he said.

He settled on me, taking his time to drag his cock up the seam of my pressed-together thighs. He dropped kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach, which raised goose bumps wherever his lips touched.

Next, his crotch settled against my ass, and I parted my legs ever so slightly. He pushed his hand between us and positioned his cock against my slick hole. I arched back eagerly and finally, thanks to both of our efforts, we managed to join.

His long thick cock slid into me slowly and filled me. His hard body, his bulk, pressed down on me, and the sensation thrilled me.

I pushed my hands beneath my hips and let my pussy ride my fingers. Every time he thrust, the motion caused my extended digits to rub against my pussy. I moved them slightly, tickling my clit and playing into my pleasure.

I heard voices in the distance. Traffic. And then the tick, tick, tick of sleet hitting my car.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, with his mouth against my earlobe. I shivered. “And wet. Tight and wet and a lovely surprise. I had no idea I’d meet — ”

“Shh,” I said softly, pushing back and up to take him deeper.

He shushed. I fingered my clit as he slammed into me, his body tight against mine. I rocked back against him, his cock brushing all the wet tender places in my pussy that needed his hard attention.

His fingers twined in my hair, and he tugged on it. He pulled my hair just enough to lift my head from the seat. He kissed the side of my neck and used his teeth, raking them gently along my skin as he fucked me in a hard, steady rhythm.

I was so close, and so wet. My pussy was unbearably tight around his thick and forcefully thrusting cock.

He bit me then. A love bite. Just hard enough to let me know he’d done it.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Faster, and pull my hair again.”

He did, thrusting more rapidly and yanking hard enough to make my eyes water with tears of pleasure. He tugged once more, and my pussy quivered around his dick, making him sigh.

“I can feel every bit of that. Every spasm. Every ripple,” he gasped.

I pushed up on my elbows, resting my forearms on the seat and my forehead on my hands. I shoved my ass in the air a bit higher, and he rose with me.

Then he took what he needed. He grabbed my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin as he drove into me faster and then faster still.

I slammed back to meet him. The distinct wet slapping sound of us fucking filled the car. I felt the vehicle rocking to our rhythm.

Anyone looking our way would have no doubt about what was going on behind the tinted windows of the big SUV.

The notion almost made me laugh.

He stroked the small of my back and then fingered my rear hole. I didn’t protest, so he pushed a finger into my butt, and that did him in somehow. There was a flurry of hard thrusts, some winded breathing, and then a deep groan as he came in my cunt.

I squirmed away from him and said, “Thanks for the fun, but I have to go.”

He gave me a nod, got himself together, and then said, “Sorry about the sweater.”

I laughed and told him, “No worries. You made up for it.”

“Good.” He handed me a business card and quipped, “In case you ever want to have food spilled on you again.”

I nodded and tucked it in the side pocket of the car door.

He left, and I got dressed and drove home with my body satiated and my mood much improved.