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Authors: Victoria Lexington

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That night, against Liz’s advice, I logged on to Facebook after my daughter had gone to sleep. I read Tyrone’s email one more time. I was so flattered that he thought I was gorgeous and actually had the balls to tell me.

For a moment, I considered deleting his message, but something about his picture and his words stopped me from doing it. I had to know what kind of man has confidence like that. So I did what any other desperate housewife would do: I said yes.

I took a quick peek at his photos, and he was even better looking than I’d first thought. He had a strong, chiseled jaw, impossibly long eyelashes, and the most perfect, full lips I had ever seen.

I lay in bed replaying my conversation with Liz that day. I had never really voiced the truth about my parents, their disdain for Kevin, or their elation over me finding someone like Aaron. Likewise, I had never expressed to anyone that I married Aaron for all the wrong reasons. Deep down, I’ve known it for years, but somehow saying it out loud was what drove it home for me. I closed my eyes and reminisced about Kevin for a while. He really was a great guy, and I felt sick to my stomach that I had taken my parents’ bad advice instead of listening to my own heart.

So what if Kevin wasn’t rich or Jewish or well connected? I loved him and he made me happy. Doesn’t that count for something? Shouldn’t it count for everything?

Ty and I hit it off right away. Before I knew it, we were spending hours chatting on Facebook. He was the funniest, most sexual guy I had ever met. At first, we did the usual song and dance to get to know each other. Basically, we talked about everything we didn’t really need to know while we were avoiding the things we were really after.

Within days, Tyrone was testing the waters, asking me if I was happily married. He said he’d noticed I had hundreds of pictures of my daughter, my friends, and me, but almost none of Aaron. It’s funny: until he mentioned it, I hadn’t even realized. Tyrone noticed things. I liked that in a person.


So Julia, tell me a little bit about yourself.

I’m 40 years old, married, and have one daughter. We live in Monktown. I teach yoga part-time and I love to travel and drink wine. Your turn.

I’m 34, married with one son, and live in Lionsville. I love sports, both playing and watching. I also love wine and women with asses who do yoga.

Ha ha ha, good one. Your body looks pretty great too. What would you say is your best physical trait?

Well, I’m tall and buff. But most ladies seem to like that I am hung like a horse.


My jaw dropped. To call this guy straightforward was a huge understatement. Besides, I love huge dicks and squirmed in my chair imagining his massive dick.


Oh, really now? Just how hung are you?

9" and thick.

Sorry, was that question too forward?

Not at all. I’d love to show you what my nine-inch cock can do. And hey, just to get the elephant out of the room, you do know that I friended you on Facebook because I think you’re hot and I want to fuck you, right?

Well, I suspected you might be interested in me, but I hadn’t quite made that leap. I’ve gotta say, I love how you get right to the point.

Good, I’m glad we got that out of the way.

LOL. Tell me more about yourself. What should I know about you, aside from you being hung like a horse, that is?

Like I said, I’m married, but my wife just isn’t as horny as I am. I want sex at least once a day and she’s satisfied with once a week, tops. I’m restless, looking for some fire in my life. And nothing turns me on more than the idea of being with a hot cougar: a married woman like you.

Tell me why.

Before I was married, I got involved with an older, married woman and it was amazing.

What made it so great?

Older women know what they want and aren’t afraid to ask for it. They know how to please and how they like to be pleased. Nothing is sexier than a woman who’s confident, who enjoys sex, wants it, and is going to get it.

What are you looking for?

I wasn’t really looking for anything. Well, I wasn’t until you came along.

I wasn’t either until I kept seeing you on Liz’s Facebook wall, and something about you just spoke to me.

Listen, Tyrone. I’m married and have never done anything like this before, but if I’m being honest, I’ve been bored and restless for a while. I’ve just kept busy and ignored those feelings, but then you came along, and now I am officially intrigued.

I know the feeling. I checked out your photos. I can see you’re tiny with a rockin’ body. How tall are you?

I’m 5'2, 110 pounds.

Oh, that’s perfect. I can’t wait to carry you in my arms. I want you to ride my big cock while we’re standing up

Wow. The hair on my arms actually stood up. I swear my panties were getting wet just thinking about that.

Mmm … that sounds hot. What are your stats?

I’m 6’4”and 220 pounds. That’s not too big for you, is it?

Oh, no, bigger is better.

Ok, good, and I have a long, strong tongue too.

Oh? Tell me more.

You want to hear how you’re going to scream my name and how I’ll have you seeing stars? I would love to lap your cunt until you exploded in my mouth.

Yes, that’s exactly what I want to hear.


I crossed my legs in my chair. The thought of a hot, talented tongue on my pussy was totally turning me on. Aaron has a thing about germs and almost never ate me out. But I can still remember what it felt like when Kevin went down on me. In fact, sometimes when I’m with Aaron, I fantasize that it’s Kevin. The orgasms I had with him were the biggest and best I’d ever had.


Do you enjoy having your clit licked and your G-Spot stroked at the same time?

Hell yeah, how'd you know? LOL.

You have “sex fiend” written all over your face. I would love to feel your tight legs around my head while my tongue made love to your pussy.

I’d love to feel your talented tongue take me to O-ville. My husband doesn’t like to go down on me and I miss it a lot!

Are you freakin’ kidding me? I could eat pussy all day and night. You are in for a real treat, Julia.


His words were really getting to me. The idea of someone talented giving me oral pleasure had me tingling below the belt.


That sounds amazing. Afterwards, I want to suck on your swollen head. I want to use my fabulous BJ lips on the tip while my soft hands caress your shaft up and down, up and down.

You are killing me, Julia. My cock is so hard right now.

LOL, sorry. My daughter is calling me, I have to run.

Ok doll, TTYS.


That night I tossed and turned for hours. Tyrone was turning me on so much, and I was so intrigued by everything he said and offered. My body was craving the things I knew he could do to me. But as I wrestled with sleep, Aaron lay perfectly still next to me. He might be a dud, but he was a decent man, and part of me wasn’t sure if I could go through with cheating on him.


The weekend flew by and before I knew it, it was Sunday night. I had just put the kids to bed when the phone rang. Maria’s name came up on the caller ID. I held the phone briefly, not entirely sure that I wanted to talk to her. After all, I had to either pretend to be okay with what she was doing with Enrique, or risk being seen as unsupportive or judgmental.

“Hey,” gushed Maria. “How was your weekend?”

“Good. Busy. We went to a water park yesterday, went to church this morning, then the kids went to a birthday party. How about you?”

“It was good! Zack and the kids came home today.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize you were all alone.” I suddenly felt a knot in the pit of my stomach.

“Yeah, I missed the kids,” Maria said pointedly. I realized all too quickly who she didn’t miss.

“Well, next time you’re lonely, you can have mine for the weekend!”

“Ha ha. I appreciate the offer, but I’m good, thanks!”

“So have you been thinking about Enrique?” I already knew what the answer would be, but I had to ask.

“Yeah. I can’t get him out of my mind!” Maria’s voice perked up.

“Ohhh, boy. Sounds dangerous!”

“I know. Actually . . .” Maria hesitated for a moment. “I need to tell you something. I, um, might have left out some details about Friday.”

“I had a feeling. I didn’t know Zack and the kids were out of town for the weekend. That changes things a bit.”

“Yeah, well. I guess you are starting to fill in the blanks, then.”

“Are you serious? So the whole kissing thing in the hotel lobby was made up?”

“No, that part was true!” I felt my stomach drop as Maria went on. “It just wasn’t the end of the story. We, uh . . . we might have ended up in his hotel room.” I could almost see her bracing for my reaction.

“Shut up!”

“Yeah, well.”

“Come on! Now you have to be messing with me!” My head spun with this new info

“I would never—
never—make something like this up! I swear!”

I took a deep breath. “So wait. In other words, you went out, got drunk, made out in the lobby, and then went up to his hotel room and had sex with him?”

“That’s it in a nutshell.” Maria sighed.

“Oh my God, for real? How? Where was his wife?”

“Enrique was here on business. She was at home with their kids.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God, Maria!”

“I know! Can you believe it?” Maria sounded more excited than anything else, and I couldn’t detect a trace of guilt in her voice.

“No, I honestly can’t. I mean, I guess I can believe it. Holy shit. Holy, holy, shit! So… how was it?”

“It was amazing!” Maria was clearly giddy.

“Have you been in touch since?”

“Yeah.” Maria giggled, sounding more girlish than I could remember her sounding in a long time. “He texted me and said he had a great time too! He signed it ‘xoxo’!”

“Wow. That’s all I can say. I think I’m in shock. I thought the make-out session in the h
otel lobby was a big deal! You are officially the first person I know who’s having an affair!”

“That may not be true,” Maria said in a singsong voice. “It’s possible I’m just the only one who has told you!”

“Good point. So now what?”

“Not sure,” Maria pondered. “Only time will tell, I guess.”

“Crap, Maria! This is a big deal!”

“Oh, I know. I am so glad I told you.” Maria’s voice brightened a bit, sounding a little more relaxed. “Seriously, Liz, I felt horrible keeping it inside. You’re the only one I am going to tell, okay? I needed to tell someone, and I know I can trust you and that you won’t judge me.”

“Of course you can trust me!” A long moment went by while I thought about what to say. Maria was one of my best friends, and there was only one thing I could say. “You can trust me. And I won’t judge you.”

“Thank you!” gushed Maria, sounding relieved and cheerful again. “Love you, Liz. Thanks again!”

“Sure.” I couldn’t wait to get off the phone and sort through my feelings.

“Hey, I gotta run. The baby is calling! I’ll talk to you soon!”

“Okay, good night.”

I couldn’t believe Maria was having an affair! Do you even call it an affair after one time? Now what? They were both married. They lived over an hour apart. They had kids. What was she thinking?

I was feeling super guilty. I wasn’t the one in bed with Maria, but still, my telling her about talking to Enrique on Facebook may have been the catalyst for all of this. I may have started something that could change their lives forever. And if my hunch was right, this was only going to get more complicated.

I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I mean, I’ve seen enough episodes of Ge
neral Hospital and Grey’s Anatomy to know people cheat all the time, but no one I knew personally was in the throes of a steamy affair—or so I thought. Maria had made me promise that I wouldn’t judge her, and I told her—and myself—I’d try. But I despised infidelity. My college sweetheart, Nicholas, had cheated on me, and I didn’t wish that pain on anyone. Not Zack or anyone else.

To me, being unfaithful was something selfish and cowardly. Yes, cheating was for sel
fish cowards. If someone’s not happy in a relationship, why can’t they just say so? Why can’t they just tell their partner they want to play the field and they want to “experiment”? (That’s the polite way of telling someone you want to fuck everyone in sight, right?) Then go out and do it. But pretending to be happy in a relationship while hooking up on the side is despicable. Talk about wanting to have your cake and eat it too.

Maybe the storm of emotion inside me wasn’t really about Maria and Enrique at all; I don’t know. But still, having been cheated on gives me a different perspective from most pe
ople. I played “Lyin’ Eyes” by the Eagles, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

“Shit, Nicholas . . . you lousy son of a bitch. A lifetime later and you can still make me cry.”

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