[Cheating] Burning Desires

Synopsis:

In the suffocating confines of my marriage, I craved a love that has long withered away.

Once embraced by the warmth of my husband's affection, I now found myself lost in the shadows of his neglect. Each passing day feels like an eternity, as I gaze into the eyes that once held promises of forever, now lost in an abyss of indifference.

He’s insufferable, arrogant,t and selfish.

Even if he makes me feel things my husband's failed to in a much too long time, I don’t understand why someone that I am so determined to hate has such an effect on me. Unbidden, a dangerous game of desire unfolds and I learn that sometimes, to find the warmth I crave, I have to dance dangerously close to the fire. But every secret has its price, and as the affair intensifies, I find myself torn between the two worlds I have created.

Would I succumb to the allure of forbidden love, risking it all for a chance at happiness? Or would I retreat to the safety of a loveless marriage, concealing the embers of my newfound fire?

This is a romantic take on a very steamy, very spicy, cheating wife story. All the characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years old or older.

The Story:

Sarah​

My heart quickens as I catch sight of Mark across the room.

He’s different from any of the men in my life, especially from my husband.

Where my sweet David is calm and soft-spoken, considerate and gentle, Mark is tempest made flesh. Wild and reckless, he unleashes his thoughts without filter, boldly disregarding the possible repercussions. His words rush out like a flood, each one filled with unwavering conviction as if nothing else in the world matters.

In the short week he’s been at our firm, he’s gotten Miranda fired and me wholly incensed.

I simply cannot stand this arrogant, selfish, self-centered man!

And yet I find myself watching transfixed as he moves through the party guests, approaching, then leaving, then greeting someone else, never staying for more than a minute with anyone here, like no one’s worthy of more of his time.

Mark is like a shooting star, streaking across the night sky—fleeting, yet leaving an indelible impression upon his many admirers, before vanishing into the vast unknown.

Or rather, before breaching into my quiet corner of the office party etiquette demanded I attend tonight.

My first impulse is to growl, like an untamed feline, to warn him I’m in no mood to deal with him tonight, yet when his eyes meet mine, it’s like time stands still and I’m frozen in place.

His gaze is dark and intense, his eyes, two bottomless pits that are drawing me in.

“Nice to see you, Sarah,” he drawls, knowing I’m at a loss for words.

We stand there for an awkward moment until the silence is broken by the sound of a champagne cork popping in the background.

My heart is racing, my breath growing shallow - I don’t understand why someone that I am so determined to hate has such an effect on me.

I offer him a polite smile, nonetheless.

“Glad you could make it, too, Mark. It’s a great party, isn’t it?”

He smirks, for a moment looking all boyish, despite all of us here being in our early 30s. He then raises an eyebrow and leans in closer, adding a touch of intimacy to the conversation.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t going to come, but now that I’m here, I can say it’s probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.”

“Is that so?”

His lips curl into a mischievous grin as he leans even closer, his breath grazing my ear as he whispers, conspiratorially.

“If I were your husband, I wouldn’t have let you go out looking like this tonight. What if someone were to steal you away from him?”

“Oh, I think my husband trusts me enough to hold my own.”

Undeterred, Mark leans in closer, his eyes fixated on mine, his voice now tinged with an even more pronounced flirtatiousness.

“A woman like you deserves more than just basic trust from him. You deserve to be appreciated, adored, and reminded of how captivating you are. He can’t be giving another man the slightest chance to step in and claim what’s his.”

“Excuse me, but that’s a rather presumptuous thing to say,” I retort, feeling a bit offended. “Maybe you’ve had too much to drink. In which case-”

“I’m not *****, Sara unless being ***** on the sight of you counts,” he insists. “I can tell your husband doesn’t appreciate you the way he should just by that shuddering breath you took. I mean it, though. You… you’re easily the most gorgeous creature in this entire city and that’s nothing either of us should be ashamed of. Not me for noticing, not you for being so.”

As I observe the genuine admiration in his gaze and his unwavering charm, a flicker of flattery begins to grow within me, softening my initial reaction.

It’s hard to deny the thrill of being the object of someone’s desire, even if it comes from an unexpected, even unwanted, source.

Mark’s words, though bold and extremely cocky, somehow manage to make me feel a flutter of excitement.

How long has it been since my husband said anything like that to me?

I decided to let my guard down slightly, allowing myself to enjoy the attention.

It’s only a harmless bit of flirting, in the end.

I’m sure nothing more will come of it.

I’m allowed to find delight in people lavishing me with attention and compliments.

It’s a human thing.

Innocent.

“Well, I’ll take it as a compliment then.”

Mark grins, seemingly pleased with my response, and raises his glass. “To beautiful women, then, and the captivating moments spent in their company.”

We stay like that for a moment, quietly sipping champagne, and with me unsure what to do, when suddenly Mark’s free hand finds its way to my waist, snatching me closer.

Before I can protest, he nods toward the dance floor.

“I love Bruno Mars.”

“I, uh…”

“It’s just a dance, Sarah. You can trust me.”

With a mix of curiosity and excitement, I accept his offer, allowing him to lead me gracefully into the heart of the moving crowd.

As we sway to the rhythm, his touch sends electric sparks through my body, awakening desires that I hadn’t expected.

The dance floor becomes our little world, filled with unspoken words and subtle glances that speak volumes.

Mark’s masculine, commanding, presence envelopes me, and I find myself losing track of time and space. His charm, coupled with the allure of the moment, becomes irresistibly intoxicating.

We move together, our bodies in sync, creating an intimacy that transcends words.

The music’s tempo then changes, and as if guided by an unspoken understanding, Mark draws me even closer, almost indecently so. The heat between us intensifies, and with every brush of his fingers against my skin, I can’t help but feel a powerful attraction taking hold.

The world around us fades into the background, and all that remains is the electricity of the moment.

As the music swells, our bodies draw ever nearer, and without thinking, I follow an unexpected impulse to raise my head and press my lips against his.

The kiss is soft, the perfect mixture of passion and vulnerability.

It lingers in the air, suspending us in time.

When I finally pull away, my heart racing, my cheeks flush with heat, realizing exactly what I’ve just done, I can feel Mark’s gaze burning into me.

“Sarah? Talk to me.”

My emotions are a whirlwind, a mixture of excitement, uncertainty, arousal, and underneath it all, a pang of guilt that stabs my heart and makes my entire body shudder.

Oh, David, what have I done?

Without giving myself a chance to overthink, I murmur, “I, uh… I have to go!”

As I turn to walk away, a sense of urgency propels me forward, the need to gather my thoughts and regain composure overwhelming.

I swear I can physically feel Mark’s dark eyes burning into me, and although I’m tempted to steal another glance, I resist, fearing the intensity of the moment.

I’m not a cheater.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I love David.

And David adores me.

“Sarah, wait!” Mark calls out after me, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Hearing my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine, making it difficult to resist his plea. But I continue my hurried steps, feeling the adrenaline of the encounter still coursing through my veins.

He quickens his pace, chasing after me, his determination evident in every step he takes.

Finally, as I reach the elevator, he catches up, and his hand gently rests on my arm, causing me to halt in my tracks.

“I’ve been wanting you from the moment I first saw you in that meeting,” he breathes.

My heart stops, the gravity of his admission weighing heavily on me, and I find myself unable to move or speak. All I can do is stand there silently, my mind clouded by confusion and remorse.

Finally mustering enough courage to turn around and look into his eyes, I almost whisper an apology, torn between the pull of desire and the weight of my conscience.

The glimmer of hope that greets me when I face Mark is enough to undo me. David hasn’t looked at me like that, like it would kill him if I rejected him, in far too long.

But it’s not my husband that’s before me now, is it?

“I’m married, you know I am,” I murmur.

Before I can say anything else, the elevator doors open with a soft chime.

The air is thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

Neither of us knows where this moment will lead, but as I step into the mirrored cabin behind Mark and allow him to wrap his strong arms around me and claim my lips once more, it’s becoming clearer and clearer that there couldn’t have been anything harmless or innocent about flirting with another man, someone other than my husband, to begin with.

I meld my body against his hard and toned form, ravenously gripping his pristine suit in my eager hands, clinging onto him desperately as if he were an anchor tethering me to reality.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I pant in between kisses. “But I know I want this.”

Mark cups my face in his hands, surveying me with an intensity that makes the already small space feel like it’s shrinking even more around us.

“And I want you, Sarah. Give yourself to me and I will worship your body like the precious gift it is.”

The husky rasp of his voice sends a shiver through me and I close my eyes, allowing myself to be swept away in this moment.

His lips brush against mine, oh so tenderly at first, almost as if he is testing a secret line of fire.

Then he presses more deeply and hungrily into the kiss, our mouths opening together, his tongue swirling around mine with needful urgency.

Mark tastes of expensive champagne and base betrayal.

Or perhaps that’s me, I ponder, as the doors open to the parking lot level and he pulls away from me, waiting for my next move.

Ah, of course.

I now have to decide whether I’ll further break my husband’s faith in me and sleep with a man from my workplace or scurry back home and beg for his forgiveness.




The cool night air washes over me, offering relief from the warmth of the crowded party venue, as well as from the scorching hotness of my illicit desires.

I’m positively burning, it feels like.

I take a moment to look out over the night city skyline, its lights twinkling like sparkling jewels and I suddenly feel lost, unsure again.

And then, a voice behind me, a soft whisper in my ear that sends shivers down my spine.

“Are you sure you want to?” Mark asks, simply.

I turn around slowly to face the man I’m about to have an affair with and I nod.

“I am, I just… I never thought I’d find myself in this situation,” I admit, my fingers fidgeting with the delicate pendant hanging from my necklace.

I avoid his intense gaze, momentarily unable to meet his eyes. The pendant is my fifth-anniversary gift from David, my husband. No bigger than a coin, I usually find its lightweight comforting. Tonight, however, it hangs as heavy as a church bell.

Mark reaches out and gently tilts my chin, guiding my eyes to meet his, his touch warm and reassuring.

“I won’t judge you for your feelings or for how you decide to act on them,” he says softly.

My conflicted emotions swirl within me, desire warring with loyalty. The night breeze seems to mirror the turbulence in my heart.

What if I lose myself in this, I begin to wonder?

What if I lose sight of who I am?

Who am I, though?

Saint or sinner?

Wife or mistress?

The chemistry between me and Mark is undeniable, however, and I’ve long since felt neglected at home. David adores me, I’m sure of it, but he’s been remiss in showing it lately.

In the haze of the night, I decided to quiet my doubts and just surrender to the allure of the forbidden.

As I approach his car, Mark smirks confidently and tosses the keys in the air before catching them effortlessly.

He’s so perfectly adept at keeping people’s eyes on him at all times like he’s the sun in everybody’s lives.

“Of course, you’re driving a Mustang,” I mumble. “Like some romance novel hero.”

“It does its job very well,” he laughs, “But a hero, I am not.”

“No, you’re not,” I nod my agreement.

Painted black as the night and glimmering like a metal devil, it exudes sex appeal and power, just like its owner. The car’s sleek and glamorous build catches the glow of streetlights, setting it apart from all the other cars on the road.

An expensive car like that commands attention wherever it goes.

Just like Mark does.

He unlocks the car with a flourish and opens the door for me. “Your chariot awaits, madam.”

Not ten minutes later, we’re at his apartment building, and I’m waiting for him to unlock the door to his place so we could hide our shamelessness inside.

No, stop.

That’s not it.

I’m not here to hide.

I’m here to fuck a guy, to cheat on my neglectful husband.

Mark has a look in his eyes that says he knows exactly what he’s doing to me and that he loves it.

Still so arrogant, so cocky, even now, even here, where there’s no one else but me to impress with that attitude.

I want to reclaim my hatred of him, but I can’t.

I know what we’re doing is risky, that it goes against everything I believe in, including my marital vows.

Yet at this moment, the intensity of my emotions overwhelms any sense of guilt.

Mark has a way of making me feel desired and cherished, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed.

The weight of temptation is heavy on my conscience, and yet, I find myself unable to resist him.

It’s as if fate has brought us together, and the magnetic pull between us is too powerful to deny. A part of me feels like I’m betraying the commitment I made to David, but another part is embracing this forbidden desire, yearning for the euphoria that only Mark can bring.

Mark’s gentle touch against my skin sends shivers down my spine, and his whispered words of affection make me feel adored like never before.
At this moment, I surrender to the sea of emotions, allowing myself to be swept away by the current of desire.

The world outside seems to fade away as I drown in the intensity of this stolen affection.

I know that once this night ends, reality will come crashing back, bringing with it the weight of consequences and responsibilities. But for now, I choose to live in this moment, reveling in the passion that Mark and I are willing to share.

“Make me yours,” I command him.

Quiet down my guilt and shame.

Sate my hunger.

Quench my thirst.

Mark’s fingers begin to trace my skin, their practiced movements accompanied by butterfly light kisses as he slowly undresses me.

One by one, the layers of clothing fall away until I’m standing in front of him in nothing but a silken slip.

He pulls me close, his fingers warming my body, caressing down across each curve and plane of skin as if wanting to remember every dip and valley that they touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Mark murmurs against the hollow of my neck.

I let him carry me onto the sofa, bridal style, and that’s where he lays me on my back, before climbing atop my body and resuming his sensual exploration of me.

As he kisses and touches me, my inhibitions start to melt away.

I open up to him, my body responding eagerly as his hands become more urgent in their actions.

I haven’t felt this lusted after in months if not years.

It’s intoxicating, addicting, and thrilling.

I spread my legs wider, inviting Mark to take the final step in our affair, as his mouth hungrily reclaims mine.

He slides inside my sloppy wet cunt with ease, his cock thicker and bigger than my husband’s. The sensation of unexpectedly tight fullness causes me to gasp.

“Fuck, you’re huge!”

I don’t care how crass and lewd I’m being.

“All for you, Sarah,” he grunts. “Take my cock, babe. Let me fuck you better than your man at home does it.”

His fingers find my clit, teasing it gently before taking a firmer grip on its hood and rubbing circles around the sensitive bud while thrusting into me at the same time.

And then he pulls out almost entirely, only to push back in again, driving me wild with need.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers against my ear when our lips part. “So hot. So tight. He doesn’t even use you, does he? I’ll fuck this pussy every night he doesn’t, if you let me.”

Mark’s voice is husky with desire.

The sound arouses me even further, causing me to press myself closer to him without thought or hesitation.

He moves with purpose, thrusting in and out, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His hands grip my hips as he drives himself harder into me, eliciting moans from deep within my throat that I can’t seem to control.

I’d been a virgin when I married David and now I’m being completely ravished by another’s cock.

I feel dirty.

A good kind of dirty.

Mark’s thrusts soon become more urgent, and his grip on my hips tightens. I feel myself spinning out of control before finally shattering into a million pieces beneath him.

My head falls back as he kisses my chest with desperate passion while still moving inside of me until it feels like every last inch is filled to capacity.

When the pleasure hits its peak, there’s no denying that I’ve never been so completely satisfied in all my life. My body shakes uncontrollably from the force of Mark fucking me hard enough that I fear he’s going to somehow leave a physical imprint on my flesh.

Instead, he leaves one inside of me as I feel him spurting a river of cum deep within my unprotected pussy. It’s hot and there’s so much of it, it’s flowing out of me, already, but he keeps cumming after pulling almost entirely out of me, then thrusting back one final time, hitting my womb and making me lose what little sense remains to me.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, tangled up together.

Eventually, though, he rolls off me and lies beside me on the sofa, panting heavily while I just lay there in a state of shock, unable to move or say a single word.

Mark’s silence is just as deafening as the sound of our bodies coming together had been.

Finally, I manage to gather my thoughts and force myself to speak.

“That was… intense,” I whisper softly in an effort not to shatter the fragile moment between us.

Mark finally looks at me, his eyes still shining with desire, but his expression otherwise unreadable.

“It was,” he confirms, a hint of a smile playing on his lips before he leans in and presses the lightest of kisses against my lips.

I close my eyes, savoring the sensation as we lie there in silence until Mark eventually breaks it by standing up and gathering his clothes from the floor.

“I’ll drive you home,” he says, his voice softer and more gentle than I’ve ever heard it.

I nod in agreement, still lost in the moment as he helps me dress before driving me back to my place in an almost eerie silence.

I ask him to park a ways from my building, just in case my husband’s standing guard at our bedroom window, worried sick, wondering why his wife of five years is running so damn late from a supposedly ordinary office party.



I walk up to the front door, my heart pounding loudly in my chest.

Fear and anxiety grip me tightly as I fumble with the key, struggling to insert it into the lock. Finally, the seemingly massive door clicks open, and I take a deep breath before stepping inside.

The familiar scent of home, of spices and citrus, does little to ease the turmoil inside me.

I close the door gently, trying not to make a sound, as if the very walls could betray me. I feel like an intruder in my own home, and the weight of my actions bearing down on me with every step I take. The once welcoming atmosphere now feels suffocating, reminding me of the choices I’ve made tonight.

I glance towards the living room, hoping to find David, my husband, there, waiting for me, but I already know the truth.

Even if he were to be still awake, he’d be in his home office, working on a report or some other, for his boss.

There’s no one here to greet me at the door, no one to worry about me coming home alone so late, no one to… Fucking hell, this makes me want to scream and wreck the whole place.

David loves me, I know it, but he’s been taking me for granted, choosing work over spending time with me, letting me feel more and more deserted in our marriage.

It’s been this way for far too long.

I should’ve known tonight would be no different.

David likely has no idea I’d just fucked another man and if I keep quiet about it, he never will, either.

Instead of feeling relief at having escaped getting caught, the thought sends a pang of sadness through my chest.

I move towards the bedroom, hesitating before turning the doorknob.

Maybe David’s in there, though?

As I enter the room, I find it empty and lifeless.

My eyes wander to the pristine bed, untouched, unsullied, a stark contrast to the way I’d left Mark’s place.

The sight tears at my soul, and I collapse onto it, burying my face in my hands, seeking liberation in the flow of bitter tears.

I can still feel Mark’s lips on me, his hands over my ass and tits, groping and squeezing with fathomless hunger, his massive cock thrusting into my welcoming cunt, drawing out sounds I’d never made in bed before.

I can still feel the shameful pleasure his body brought mine.

Lost in my solitary despair, I somehow still manage to hear footsteps outside the bedroom door, and my heart lurches with fear. I rush to wipe my tears with the sleeve of my party dress and I plaster a fake smile onto my lips.

I don’t want David to ask me any questions.

I’m not strong enough to lie to his face.

But as the door creaks open, my heart sinks when I see my husband coming into our marital bedroom with a look of indifference on his face.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for me to answer.

I’m furious.

I want him to ask me questions.

Better ones.

Like why am I still wearing my dress? Did I just come home? Why so late? Whose that he can smell lingering on my skin? Whose cum is dripping down my thigh? Did I just fuck around behind his back while he was busy providing for our ******?

But my husband doesn’t.

I watch him go about his night routine, changing into his pajamas and setting his glasses on the night table, before curling beneath the comforter.

He sighs. “I had such a long day, today, honey, you have no idea. Luckily I enjoy it and the pay is obscene, otherwise, I’d have handed in my resignation last year when these long hours turned into our new normal. Argh, but what’s done is done. Sleep tight, sweet cheeks, tomorrow’s a brand new day.”

And with that, David turns around, settling into sleep.

My blood boils, a seething tempest within my veins, as anger surges through me like a raging inferno. Every fiber of my being tenses, like a coiled spring ready to explode, as the emotions swirl and collide, demanding release.

How dare he not question me in the slightest?

How dare he have such blind faith in me?

How dare he assume that since he doesn’t want to fuck me anymore, no one else does, either?

My breath quickens, each inhales fueling the flames of my fury, while my hands clench into tight fists, a physical manifestation of the powerlessness I feel.

Unthinking, I jump into bed, climbing on top of my husband.

“I want you to fuck me, David,” I blurt out. “Take out your cock and put it in me, give it to me hard, I want you to make me cry with how much you fucking need me tonight.”

I’m not aroused.

I’m sated from having been fucked by Mark.

I’m even a little worried that my husband might tell there’s another’s cum in my pussy if he sticks it in me.

But despite all that, tonight of all nights, I cannot have him ignoring me.

“What’s gotten into you?” David asks, his voice laden with disgust.

He never liked it when I used vulgar language.

I try to speak, but my throat feels constricted, the words trapped beneath the weight of my emotions. Frustration simmers within me, and I clench the bedsheets tightly, my knuckles turning white.

I want to be heard, to be understood, but the right words seem to escape me, still.

“Show me you love me,” I finally plead, my voice trembling with vulnerability and frustration.

He sighs, his face a mixture of weariness and exhaustion. “Of course I love you, I married you.”

David reaches out, a tentative gesture, his hand hovering near mine as if contemplating whether to bridge the gap or pull away. I feel torn between the desire to grasp his hand, seeking comfort, and the impulse to withdraw, feeling dirty and unworthy of solace.

“Is that it, then?”

“Honey, I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” he admits, his eyes searching mine, “but I’m tired. We’ll talk in the morning, when you’re less hysterical, okay? I promise.”

His words sting and I feel a lump forming in my throat.

I want to reach out to him, to bridge the divide that seems to have grown between us, but I’m paralyzed.

I find myself wishing I’d taken the easier route and stayed the night with Mark, allowing him to ravish me over and over again.

When morning comes, I also find myself wishing I hadn’t asked David to fuck me.

Because there he is now, working himself into a sort of rhythm between my legs, while I’m trying to make it sound like I’m enjoying his half-assed thrusting.

He doesn’t even fill my pussy the way Mark can, stretching me and molding me to his masculine body.

His cock’s too small for my new needs.

“That’s it, good girl,” David whispers hotly against my ear.

I woke up with my husband wanting to climb on top of me, needing to take care of his morning wood with the use of my already there pussy.

And I let him, how could I not?

I was the one to ask it of him, hours prior.

But now that we’re having the sex I’d demanded of him, I feel like a fuck toy, and not in the sexy, fun way.

I’m more like a human version of a Fleshlight David married and can freely use.

He doesn’t worship me the way Mark does, he doesn’t run his hands all over my body, he doesn’t play with my clit and he isn’t biting into my nipples, teasing awake every part of me, sending electricity through all my nerve endings, making me want to beg for mercy.

Truthfully, this isn’t pleasurable at all and I wouldn’t have known it had it not been for my cheating.

I did not know sex could be so explosive and incredible and life-changing.

I don’t think I can tolerate whatever this thing David’s doing to me is anymore.

Not without going insane.

“Do you like it, honey?” My husband asks.

I let out a fake moan in response and I tighten my arms around his shoulders.

“I love it,” I lie. “I love you.”

I cannot wait for my husband to be done with me.

Maybe if I close my eyes and imagine it’s not David buried in my cunt, but Mark, I can cum.

Mmmm, yes, arrogant Mark and his big, meaty cock, pushing himself into me and telling me how he’d fuck me every time my husband wouldn’t.

I let out a genuine moan at the thought.

“You’re my good little wifey, aren’t you?” David grunts, clearly drowning in pleasure.

I want to be Mark’s slut.

“Yes, I’m your wife, David.”

I want Mark to fuck me again, to make me feel good, like a proper woman.

I want to revel in how sexy and sultry he finds me.

I no longer care if it’s immoral.

“Argh, honey, move your hips just like that. Don’t stop, baby, you feel so tight today.”

David speeds up his thrusting and I can feel my body tensing up, anticipation building as I’m somehow growing a little aroused myself. But then he stops abruptly, much to my disappointment, cumming inside me all too soon. He then gently pulls out of my filled pussy and sits beside me on our bed with a satisfied smirk on his face and a softening dick hanging out in the open.

“There we go! That was so good, wasn’t it?”

I offer him a fake smile. “Yes, it was amazing.”

“I was too tired to see it last night, but it’s been a good while since I last had you. I’ll make sure to love you more often from now on, alright? Maybe even put a baby in your belly?”



As I walk into the office, my heart skips a beat when I see Mark sitting at his desk, his eyes focused on the computer screen, being hard at work already.

I can't help but giggle like a silly girl at the word “hard”. It’s exactly how I want him, just… in a different scenario.

I take a deep breath to steady myself and make my way over to him, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside.

I notice a few of our curious coworkers stealing glances at me from their cubicles. It's no surprise, really, given the reputation I've acquired around the office. Everyone thinks me and Mark hate each other’s guts, and it's become a running joke among the staff here.

Little do they know.

I stop at the edge of his desk, leaning casually against it and crossing my arms, trying to play it cool. "Hey, stranger.”

Mark looks up from his work, and his face instantly lights up when he sees me, making me think that despite everything being wrong with what I’m doing now, it’s still every kind of right, too.

"Hey there," he replies, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You're looking rather radiant this morning."

I blush, feeling a rush of warmth in my cheeks.

"Well, I guess a good night's sleep does wonders,” I say, stroking his ego.

It’s the only thing within reach, though I’m angling to stroke something of his that’s a lot nicer, not too far in the future.

Maybe even during our lunch break.

Mmm, I could let him take me to one of the restroom stalls, all dirty and needy and urgent. I’m still wound up tightly from before when I imagined him in the place of my husband.

"More like spending the night with someone amazing," he winks at me, his voice low.

As we stand there, our eyes locked in an intimate moment, I decide to take the plunge.

"About last night," I begin, my voice softening. "I had a great time."

"Me too," he replies, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It’s good to let go once in a while, isn’t it? Have some harmless fun?”

I’m not too sure about it being harmless, but I agree with the rest.

I could feel it last night, too. Mark’s into me, but not in a much too serious way. There is an undeniable connection, there’s lust and passion and easy flirtatiousness, but it’s not weighed down by any unnecessary seriousness or pressure.

It feels refreshing.

There's no need for grand declarations or over-the-top gestures, we can fool around without either of us expecting anything more from the other.

I can kiss him and let him see me naked without having to marry him after, as it’d happened with David.

As we continue to chat, I can see people around us exchanging puzzled looks, probably wondering why we're engaging in such a friendly conversation.

One of our more curious coworkers, Lisa, can't resist the opportunity to satisfy her intrigue.

She walks over to us, pretending to be casual about it.

"Hey, what's going on here?" She asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “Have you two rivals kissed and made up? Will there be peace on the playground now?”

Mark and I share a knowing look before he responds, "Oh, yes, a very sloppy kiss, really. And now we’re discussing some office plans," he says with a wink, “so if you don’t mind, Lisa…”

Lisa's eyes widen, clearly taken aback by the unexpected camaraderie between us.

"Well, uh, have fun you workaholics, you, I guess," she says, sounding utterly perplexed as she returns to her desk.

We both stifle our laughter as we watch her share the "juicy news" with a couple of our other, less ballsy, colleagues.

The puzzled expressions on their faces are priceless.

Mark had just brushed her off in favor of keeping on talking to me.

That’s a big deal for our little firm.

"You realize you’ve just fueled the rumor mill even more, right?" I tease, trying to contain my laughter.

Mark grins. "Let them speculate. It's harmless fun," he replies, his eyes twinkling.

“How about we make it a little less harmless? Add some spice to things?”

I flash him a playful smile and then tilt my head slightly toward the office restrooms. Without saying a word, I turn and walk towards the ladies’ space, hoping he'll take the hint and follow me inside.

My heart flutters with anticipation as I try to maintain an air of nonchalance. I don’t want us to be discovered by anyone.

Once inside, I take a deep breath, silently counting the seconds until I hear the door creak open again. Sure enough, Mark slips in quietly, a mischievous glint in his eyes matching my own.

The office bathroom suddenly feels like our secret hideaway.

I lean against the sink, letting my body language exude flirtation as I lock eyes with him, the playful grin still lingering on my lips.

"You know," I say in a hushed tone, my voice laced with teasing, "this is the perfect place to discuss those office plans... privately."

He chuckles softly, clearly catching onto the innuendo, and leans in a little closer.

"I'm all ears," he replies, his tone now filled with a touch of seduction.

My heart races with excitement as I close the distance between us, my fingers lightly brushing against his white shirt, teasing open the first button.

"That's not the part of you I need for this meeting," I whisper, my gaze flickering suggestively to his lips.

His eyes widen with a mix of surprise and delight, and I know he understands exactly what I'm implying. As the bathroom door swings shut behind him, the rest of the office fades away, leaving just the two of us in our playful, flirty world.

Time seems to slow as we stand there, the tension between us palpable. We both know that indulging in this attraction at work is risky, but the allure of the forbidden makes it all the more exhilarating.

I can just imagine what Mark’s thinking - the only thing better than screwing a married woman is doing it in a place where people might see and word might get out.

Part of me likes to imagine that Mark intends for David to find out, eventually.

It doesn’t upset me in the least bit.

David may love me, but he’s been a bad husband and shitty lover.

"You'll have to be discreet, then, when you cry out my name in ecstasy," Mark says, playfully running his hands along my arms, before coming back up to cup my chest, squeezing my breasts through my clothes with passion. "We wouldn't want anyone catching on to our little secret."

The promise of secrecy adds another layer of excitement to our clandestine encounter.

“You’ve got five minutes, then, make them count,” I challenge him, lifting my skirt.

I’m not wearing any panties. I decided last night that I rather like it when a man’s cum drips out of my pussy, trailing down my legs.

Vulgar and sexual?

Yes, that’s the new me.

The new, slutty, me also likes the way Mark's eyes widen appreciatively when they linger on a part of my body that isn't covered by fabric and how it makes every muscle in my legs tighten into knots as if someone is playing with fire inside of me.

It takes considerable effort not to let out some kind of gasp or mewl at his hungry gaze. Heat rises from deep within my belly and expands, like a volcano threatening eruption.

"Take me," I plead, urgently. "Fuck me the way my husband can't. Make me feel dirty and hot and... yours."

Mark doesn't waste any more time locking the door.

He crosses the space back to me, bending me over the sink and spreading my legs in one controlling gesture.

"Stay like that," he whispers. "I'll fill your needy pussy with my cock if you behave."

"Please, God, oh, fuck!"

The cool air rushes across my skin, making me shiver, as his hands glide along my hips from behind and Mark kneels behind me to give my slit a few hungry licks.

"Someone's wet and ready," he teases. "Slut."

The word makes me melt.

Yes, I'm a slut.

His slut.

His tongue flicks against my clit, over and over again, the lewdness of it all sending sparks shooting through my core until I'm gasping for breath between each sharp intake.

The barely concealed whimpers I'm making cause him to slide two fingers inside of me and a shudder rolls up my spine at the intrusion.

"Don't stop," I beg.

He pumps them in and out, harder than before, causing another tremor to ripple through my thighs, this one stronger and longer lasting than anything I've ever experienced, including the times I fingered myself.

My knees buckle under the force of an orgasm so powerful it threatens to rip apart my mind and the world around me goes silent.

There's nothing I'm being actively aware of, except for our panting breaths and the sound of Mark's thick shaft finally sliding home through my slickness, filling me completely.

It feels too good, the way he works me into a frenzy, his cock reaching deep within me and his hands molesting every bit of flesh they find. He wants me with such passion and devours me with such lust, no wonder I've grown addicted to his way of fucking.

"You're such a bad woman." Mark gives my ass a slap that stings but only adds fuel to the flames already burning bright within me. "Does your husband know you like to get fucked like this?"

A groan escapes my lips. "No, he does not. He's never done me the way you are, Mark. He's too soft and small."

"What a tiny-dicked cocksucker he is. He better not cry if I loosen you too much for him."

My whole body trembles uncontrollably beneath his touch and I don't care who might be listening because right now what matters most is feeling the pleasure building higher and hotter until I can take it no more.

"Oh, please, yes... there!"

And then there's nothing left but the white light exploding behind my eyelids and the sweet relief washing away everything else.

When I open my eyes once more, Mark has pulled off of me and is tucking himself into his pants, looking down at me with something close to awe.

"Holy shit, Sarah, I could eat you alive." His voice sounds rough, almost feral. "You should see the way you look with my cum spilling from your cunt, your pussy's glistening."

I make no move to cover myself, or even clean myself.

I feel dirty.

I feel used.

I feel hot.

"Take a photo, then. I think my husband should see this, too."



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Author's Note:
Thank you for reading and I hope you've enjoyed my little revenge cheating story if you did, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Yes, the ending is left open on purpose, because I'm thinking of asking you, kind readers, what should the heroine do next? Do you want a HEA with the husband or the lover? I made the poll for you to easily vote, so please do!
All rights reserved, as this title was first published for sale on my Smashwords store. Before you ask, no, the e-book has not a single line more than what you've read here!
Photo credits go to DepositPhotos.com (I have a license to use the stock) and the cover art was made by me, in Canva.