My husband Steve and I were out celebrating his promotion, but by the time we were ready to go home and engage in what I hoped would be a little congratulatory sex, Steve was ahead of me by more than a few drinks and feeling no pain.

Getting him home was not going to be easy.

We had been playing pool with a really good-looking guy named Drew, who was what my girlfriends and I like to call “serious eye candy.” I’d caught him checking me out several times during the evening, and had fun flirting with him. When he saw me trying to maneuver Steve toward the door, he came to my rescue. The two of us got Steve into the back of the car, where he promptly passed out.

I was about to thank Drew for his help when he said, “Just to be safe, maybe I should follow you in my car. You’re going to need help with him when you get home.”

I had to agree with Drew — I couldn’t handle Steve alone. So I thanked him for his offer and told him we lived about 20 minutes away.

When we arrived at the house, we pulled Steve out of the car, got him inside, and poured him onto the couch. I took one look at Steve and had to accept that there would be no celebratory sex with him tonight.

I offered Drew a cup of coffee and he followed me into the kitchen. I started the coffee and when I turned around, Drew was standing right in front of me. He reached out and caressed my neck before placing a soft kiss on my lips. That was all it took. Instantly, I was kissing him back while he unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra. I held my breath as his fingers rubbed my already sensitive nipples.

I knew there was no turning back. Drew was here, and I needed to have him. And besides, I rationalized, this could be my way of thanking Drew for helping me out of a tough situation. I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him toward my breasts. As soon as his tongue circled my nipple I felt hot all over. I unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants, pushing them down along with his shorts. His cock was hard and ready. I held it with both hands and began jerking him slowly, causing him to moan deeply against my neck.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked.

“More than okay, Drew,” I said. “Don’t stop. I really need this.”

I trembled as he gently lowered me to the floor. We kissed feverishly as I pulled my skirt up and wriggled out of my stockings and thong. He held me and slowly inched his way inside, making us both moan with pleasure. I don’t know if it was the fact that my husband was asleep in the next room or that I was about to screw a stranger, but I was more turned on than I’d ever been with my husband. I’d never cheated on Steve before, but at that moment, I wanted to fuck Drew’s brains out — so I flicked my hot tongue against his ear and whispered, “Fuck me, Drew.”

It was as if I’d lit a fire under him. We were both frantic and out of control as we met thrust for thrust, pushing each other toward the ultimate satisfaction. I buried my face against his shirt as each stroke threatened to make me cry out in ecstasy. All too soon he was thrusting hard and deep, pumping his hot cream into me as I quivered and shuddered with my own mind-blowing orgasm.

Afterward, the only sound was that of my husband snoring in the next room. Finally, we got dressed and shared one final kiss before I walked him out to his car. Drew gave me his number, reminding me that I still owed him a cup of coffee. I told him I would call him soon — for coffee and another quickie.