So, I was all set to become “that guy.” The man who cheated on his loving wife of several years — who betrayed his marriage vows and went off to bone some other woman. I’d never sympathized with cheaters. Not in movies or books, not in real life. But there I was.

Except now I understood how complicated a marriage could be. How circumstances could intervene, and how all those safe preconceptions you’d had could fizzle into nothing. It was then that a bout of infidelity seemed perfectly reasonable. In fact, I felt it was something I had to do.

It had started with the dick pic. Cynthia and I both got up early for our respective jobs. She caught the first shower, while I lingered in the kitchen, half-awake and sipping coffee. I picked up my phone and saw I had a message.

When the full-frontal shot of a man popped up, I thought it was some porn spam or something. The dude was sporting a serious hard-on and grinning at me from the little screen. Then I saw the words: “Can’t wait till you’re riding my cock again, Cyn.”

That was when I realized I had my wife’s phone in hand. I stood there stunned, almost dropping my mug. The shower was still going. I collected myself and looked closer at the pic. I didn’t recognize the naked dude, but he sort of fit the description of someone Cynthia had mentioned who worked at her office. Darryl? Darren?

Oh, what the fuck difference did it make! Anger made my heart pound, along with a deepening feeling of betrayal. I went to the stored pictures on my wife’s phone, and sure enough, there were other images of this same guy. I scrolled through until I found one of the two of them together, entwined and naked. His hand was on her tit; her hand was around his cock — a pornographic double selfie, with the pair grinning lasciviously at the camera.

I thought about confronting Cynthia when she got out of the shower. Instead, I acted like nothing had happened. I needed time. We both went off to work.

I brooded all day. A dozen scenarios played through my head. I imagined demanding answers from Cynthia: How had this affair started? Why had she done it? But I wondered what difference knowing those details would make. I searched my memory for any change in her behavior but found nothing. We’d had what I thought was a rock-solid marriage. We never fought; we were always loving with each other. Certainly she seemed satisfied in the bedroom.

Then I remembered an abstract conversation we’d had several months back, after a few glasses of wine. We’d talked about past lovers, about the fun variety of our respective sexual histories. It was harmless talk, none of it meant to make the other jealous. We’d laughed over the memories. But I recalled a gleam in Cynthia’s eye, and even how the talk had stirred strange longings in me.

I had a thought: Cynthia was the best lover I’d ever had, but she wasn’t the only lover in the world. Maybe — probably — she’d thought the same about me. And some impulse had made her seek out a little of that variety.

Maybe, just maybe, I should do the same.

That was how it started. That was what had put me on the path to becoming “that guy.” And now I was there, after many days of contemplating the situation, of trying to see it from all angles. My anger at Cynthia had cooled. I hadn’t said anything to her, but maybe without even discussing it with her I’d come to understand her motives. Variety. Someone new. Just for fun.

I found I wasn’t worried at all about her falling in love with somebody else, with this Darryl/Darren dude. Her love for me was still a warmth I basked in. I came to believe she’d just wanted a different cock in her.

So why shouldn’t I find a different pussy to fuck?

I had gone online to make the arrangement, a dating app. A hookup app, really. I’d seen a picture and profile I liked, and I had exchanged a few messages with the woman — Luci — before agreeing to meet her at a coffee place.

I’d taken the morning off from work. We sat across the table from each other, sipping our beverages and looking over one another. She was friendly, smart and sexy. Under other circumstances I would’ve said we were hitting it off. But I knew where our low-key flirtation was going. Where it was supposed to go, right away, without any delays.

“Want to come back to my place?” Luci asked. She tilted her head, eyeing me. “Is this too cut-to-the-chase for you?”

“I &hellip just never thought I’d be, y’know, that guy,” I said with a shrug.

She seemed to understand completely and added, “All I’m offering, and all I want, is some fun. No entanglements. I’m going now, and you should come with me if you want.”

Luci got up and headed for the door. I froze for the briefest moment, then followed her out. Desire rose up in me. Somehow her blunt understanding was the final push I’d needed.

We got to her apartment. She led me to her bedroom, and without ceremony, she stripped off her clothes. Her body was gorgeous, her tits firm and high, her pussy glistening. She moved into my arms before I could begin to undress. It felt weird and thrilling to hold her and bring my lips to hers, while I was fully clothed and she was so enticingly naked.

Her tongue danced against mine, and my cock swelled mightily in my pants. My hands roamed over her smooth back. I cupped the soft knolls of her ass, and she moaned into my mouth. Her impatient hands plucked urgently at my clothing. I stripped in record time, excitement making my blood race. We tumbled together onto the bed. The full contact of skin on skin sent heat shooting through my body. We were kissing voraciously again. Her tongue had the sting and speed of an electric eel.

I groped her lovely tits, caressing her nipples, which were the color and stiffness of coral. She wriggled in my embrace as I tweaked each nip in turn. Her own hands explored my chest and reached behind me to seize handfuls of my ass.

My cock throbbed against her belly. She grabbed my meat at the same moment I slipped a hand between us to stroke the slick cleft of her pussy. I traced my fingers up and down as she started pumping my shaft.

That was when it struck me: How different this was! Not that we were doing anything Cynthia and I hadn’t done a thousand times before, but it was the fact that this wasn’t Cynthia that was so remarkable. Luci’s rhythms and responses were slightly different. Her body differed from my wife’s. The reality that this was someone else impacted me.

“Something wrong?” Luci panted.

“Not a damn thing,” I answered, plunging my digits deep into her pussy. She groaned and thrashed about as I fingered her hard. I pulled out and rubbed her clit, lavishing attention on the bud until a cry rose in her throat.

After Luci came, she moved forcefully down my body, kissing my chest and stomach. She settled between my thighs, cradled my balls and twirled her tongue over my cockhead. My whole body jumped, jouncing the mattress beneath us.

I watched in lustful awe as her mouth descended on my dick. Her lips were distended around my shaft, and her cheeks flattened in around me. She sucked steadily down my vein-lined staff until she’d swallowed me all the way.

A ragged sigh escaped my lips as her tongue stayed busy on me. Of course Cynthia blew me all the time, but this was different. This was another woman’s mouth on me!

Variety — it was wonderful.

Luci’s head rode up and down, and pleasure hummed within me. My limbs tingled, and my head felt deliciously light. Some part of me wanted to jet into her mouth, but a more urgent part of me wanted to keep the moment going.

Reluctantly I urged her off me, and she just as reluctantly let my cock pop out from her encircling lips. I shifted us around and settled between her thighs. I inhaled her pussy’s aroma, then dropped my face between her legs. The first flavor of her — slightly different from my wife’s tasty tang — sent me into a further state of bliss, and I wanted more of it.

I ate her eagerly, savoring every scent, flavor and texture. I found her clit with my tongue and resolved to get her off. Her legs closed around my head, and her hips bucked. She gripped a handful of my hair and humped hard against my face. When she climaxed again, she flooded my mouth with her succulent juices.

I came up for air, with only one thing on my mind. I had to fuck this woman. I seriously had to.

But she apparently had the same idea, and somehow I found myself on my back. Luci pounced on me, grabbing my cock again and lowering herself onto it. She moaned loudly as she took me all the way up into herself. Leaning back a little, she planted her palms on the mattress slightly behind herself and proceeded to ride me for all she was worth.

It was a lovely sensation, the slickness of her pussy sliding up and down on my steel-hard cock. I watched ecstasy flash over her like wildfire. Her face was flushed, her hair in sweaty disarray, but she looked fucking gorgeous to me. She was shiny and new. She was different from the woman I’d been making love to the past dozen years. Not better than Cynthia — just different.

And that realization expunged any last flicker of guilt I might have felt. I wasn’t looking for anything better than my wife because there couldn’t be anyone better. I only wanted a change.

With a roar I reared up, flipping Luci onto her back. She grinned as I set about pounding her. Our bodies came together with faster and faster smacks. Pleasure climbed through me. Her tits jiggled as I slammed into her, driving to her core with every frantic plunge.

Suddenly, I was past the point of no return. I gave a few more furious strokes, then my cream tore loose from me. As I released hot jets of jizz, she squirmed through another climax, her fiercest one yet.

Afterward, we nestled together. I waited for our encounter to turn awkward, but it didn’t.

Luci murmured, “It’ll be good with your wife again. I always have the best times with my husband after a fuck like this.”