Sometimes being cooped up with my own overheated libido would make me crazy.

But there wasn’t much I could do about it. I was a novelist who wrote adventure stories packed with square-jawed heroes rescuing damsels in distress — or sometimes the other way around. But my own personal life wasn’t nearly as exciting.

In contrast, my husband met constantly with clients and mingled with people at all sorts of glitzy corporate events. Diego’s was a rich social and professional life.

Truthfully, my man’s an introvert who would have preferred staying at home, while I was still a party girl who craved fun. But given my career, I often found myself working solo. So I guess both of us were a little unsatisfied.

Maybe we weren’t the most compatible couple, but I did love my husband. However, I sometimes wished I could go out and tear it up without him.

Two things happened to break up our marital stalemate. First, I inadvertently saw a batch of Diego’s emails, which all but confirmed he and some woman were having an on-again/off-again affair. I was more surprised than hurt. Prior to my marriage I’d been in plenty of non-monogamous relationships. In fact, I had preferred them. Frankly, I hadn’t thought Diego was interested enough in other people — or sex — to cheat on me.

The second thing was that I got an offer to attend a writers’ convention, where I could meet fans and sign books. It was the first such invitation I’d gotten. It would take place over a weekend, out of state.

The offer overwhelmed me, to the point where it even distracted me from what I’d learned about my husband’s extramarital activities. I sat at my computer and pounded out several pages without pausing, only realizing afterward that I’d written a love scene for my latest novel that was much steamier than my usual work.

Reading back over the material, I found myself getting seriously turned on. Diego was off at his job. The house was quiet. I started typing more, turning the encounter between my two imaginary characters into a full-on graphic sex scene.

I’d never written such explicit stuff before. But the words popped up on my screen — pussy, cock, suck, fuck! The experience was strangely intoxicating. My skin grew warm, then I broke out in patches of sweat.

I peeled off my T-shirt, then flung away my bra. My characters were really going at it. Still sitting at my desk, I shimmied off my pants. My pussy was damp and buzzing. I typed one-handed as I tweaked my nipples, the stimulation sending pleasure shooting through me.

On the screen the sex was now red-hot. I tentatively touched my pussy, grazing my fingertips over my slick cunt lips. With a deep groan, I plunged two fingers inside myself. I imagined myself as the woman in my scene. Then I pictured myself as the man. Then as both at once!

My fingers rammed in and out of my hole as ecstasy burned through me like wildfire. My ass bounced on the chair. I was no longer typing; I was living the sex that had come off of my fingertips. Well, as much as I could by myself, that is.

A shrieking orgasm overwhelmed me, the cresting pleasure leaving me limp before the glowing screen. But I’d had enough for the time being. Finally, I sat up straight and returned to my email, where the convention invitation was still waiting for a reply. I hadn’t mentioned it to Diego yet.

I accepted the invitation, confirming my attendance and booking my hotel room. I grinned, sitting there naked and temporarily sated. Attending this event would certainly get me out of the house, hopefully for some real fun.

Diego didn’t have much reaction at all when I told him I’d be traveling out of town. I flew out for the weekend, excited at the possibility of meeting fans. Many other writers were at the hotel and convention center. I hobnobbed and got to feel like a real author for maybe the first time — though I’d been self-publishing for quite a while.

It was an incredible experience. I had strangers coming at me with copies of my books and asking for autographs! I grinned, shook lots of hands and cheerfully answered repetitious questions.

After the first day’s events wrapped up, I went into the hotel bar. I felt both spent and exhilarated. Sitting by myself with a cocktail, I basked in the glow of my semi-fame.

I was alone for maybe five minutes before a man came up to my table, addressing me by my pen name. “May I join you?”

“I swirled my tongue around his swollen knob, making his body jump.”

Never being left alone in public goes with fame, too, I thought wryly. I eyed the man. He was handsome with a good physique. The evening suddenly felt ripe with potential.

“Sure,” I replied, flashing him what I hoped was a sexy smile.

He sat, holding his own drink. The stranger introduced himself as Vincent. He had read some of my books and proceeded to ask me intelligent questions about them. I liked his manner as well as his looks. Interest and excitement started to rise in me, big-time.

After we’d chatted for a while, Vincent finally said, “You know, I always feel like you’re holding back in your love scenes, trying to keep things PG-13.”

By now I wanted him. I leaned forward and looked at him through eyes half-lidded with lust. Hopefully, years in front of a computer screen hadn’t ruined my party-girl skills.

“I recently wrote a very hot sex scene. So hot it might not make it into one of my finished books. Want to come up to my room and read it?”

His eyes sprang wide, but he immediately replied, “Absolutely.”

In the elevator, I wanted to grab his crotch but held back. Soon we were inside my room. I got my laptop and showed him the scene that had so turned me on. He actually blushed as he was reading, and I noticed a definite swelling in his pants.

While he was still hunched over my laptop’s screen, I quietly slipped out of my clothes. It’s now or never, I thought, feeling both anxious and excited.

He finally finished reading my lascivious words, turned toward me and went big-eyed at the sight of me nude. He rushed toward me, and I pulled him into an embrace, jamming my naked body against his still clothed one. I felt his hard cock pressing through his slacks. His strong hands raced over me, reaching down to squeeze the swells of my ass. A wave of pleasure hit me, but I wanted more.

As I tore at Vincent’s clothing, he got the idea and helpfully shed every stitch. His cock sprang out, as hard as oak, the cockhead nearly as red as a ripe tomato. My mouth watered at the sight of him.

I led Vincent over to the big hotel bed. My body was humming with need. I gave one last thought to my husband, silently acknowledging that Diego could have a pass on his affair — because I was about to have one of my very own. Then I gave all my attention to Vincent as we sprawled across the covers.

My hand closed around his cock as he lay on his back. He had a gorgeous body, muscular and powerful, like the rugged adventurers from the pages of my books. He moaned as his shaft throbbed in my grip. I worked his staff with my hand for a moment, then I decided I had to have a taste of him.

I knelt alongside him and bent down to take his erection into my mouth. First, I swirled my tongue around his swollen knob, making his whole body jump. Then I began to suck my way down his veiny length. I relished the smooth texture of his skin. My lips stretched out into an “O.” I sucked my cheeks in around him, applying a firm pressure. I put a hand around his balls, squeezing him gently.

The taste of him filled my mouth; he was delicious. His cockhead breached my throat as I took him all the way. He wriggled gratifyingly on the bed, the pleasure obviously intense for him.

I lifted and dropped my mouth on him. Once upon a time, in my sexual heyday, I had sucked off men right and left. It was good to know my skills were still very much intact. My hand on Vincent’s nutsac let me monitor where he was along the scale toward his climax. I wouldn’t have minded drinking his jizz, but I also wanted his fine cock inside my pussy.

“I was buzzing with joy when he lifted his head and crawled up onto me.”

As it happened, he had enough self-restraint to pull away well before he was ready to shoot. Grinning, he sat up and eased me onto my back. He moved around to lie between my legs, his shoulders pushing apart my thighs. His face reared up over my glistening pussy. His breath tickled my lips, then his tongue stuck out and lapped energetically over my damp folds. I let out a sigh as a thrilling sensation rippled through me. He went up and down my slit with long swipes, awakening deeper ecstasy in me, bringing my simmering passion to a full boil.

When he delved his tongue inside me, I groaned loudly. I felt him stroke my engorged clitoris with the stiffened tip of his tongue, drawing a mounting erotic thrill from me. I shivered as my hips jerked underneath me, smearing my flowing juices across his face.

I was buzzing with joy when he lifted his head and crawled up onto me. My body was poised on the brink, ready to be swept off to the ultimate ecstasy I wanted so badly.

Before he put his cock into me, we paused to finally kiss. I had the taste of his cock in my mouth and my pussy juice was tart on his tongue. Then he set his cockhead against my well-licked hole, sliding his knob up and down my cleft. I grinned at him, crossing my wrists behind the back of his neck. Finally, with a moan, he pushed himself inside me.

The pleasure was immediate and intense. I cried out, lifting my hips at the same time to take in more of him. My pussy grasped him greedily, pulling him deeper and deeper. His erect length filled me until I felt his cockhead throbbing at my core. He was pressed flush against me, balls-deep in my snatch.

He started to stroke into me, and I worked with him. We were in perfect rhythm. His cock plunged into me repeatedly. His solid body smacked against mine as I rose to meet him. Each impact pushed me further toward paradise. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

His cock drove into me harder. His every muscle seemed to be in motion. I bucked my hips, clinging to him and trusting him to see me all the way to the finish line. Hot bliss burned throughout my being as my head swam and my flesh jumped with invisible sparks.

Vincent pounded away until he couldn’t take it anymore. Just as he cried out, my climax ripped through me. At the same instant, his come jetted deep inside me.

That love scene definitely wasn’t PG-13 — but it was one for the books!