This is a story of fiction.

On Saturday, my wife finally left for her parents at 10:34am. Exactly 15 hours late. A new record.

I had planned to go fishing that morning, but that was sunk. So I settled for a much needed coffee and texted Allie, my kid’s karate teacher.

“She just left,” I texted. “Do you want any coffee?”

“Uh, yes!” She wrote back. “Be there in like 10 minutes.”

I sipped my coffee and opened the front door camera app and turned it off. I knew my wife was driving, but I didn’t take any chances.

I sipped my coffee and not 15 minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. It was Allie. She was still dressed in her gi and was a sweaty mess. I didn’t care and hugged and kissed her as soon as she was inside.

“Sorry, I just got done with weapons class,” she said. “Can I take a shower?”

I smiled and said, “Why don’t we both take a shower?”

She smiled and pulled me in for another kiss.

One of the only things I liked about the house my wife insisted on us buying was the size of the shower. I envisioned lots of steamy slippery shower sex in my future, but until today, had yet to experience it.

Allie was currently clean and on her knees sucking my cock. She didn’t complain about the water or the soap that dripped down my body and onto her face. No, she sucked my cock like she loved being with me and wanted to make me feel good.
“I want to fuck you,” I said with passion.

She smiled and stood. We kissed, tongues exploring, and she turned away and arched her back.

“Then fuck me, Charlie.” She said. “Fuck me all you want to.”

I guided my cock into her pussy and, not for the first time, was amazed at how tight and perfect 21 year old pussy felt. She squeezed me and i could have came in her right then and there, but I held back. It’s not every day you get this lucky.

I pulled out and flipped her back around to face me. This time it was my turn to get on my knees. I buried my face between her legs and immediately sought out her sensitive clit. I knew I found it when she gripped my hair and pulled.

I gently inserted 2 fingers inside her and massaged her gspot. She told me once that none of the guys her own age she’d dated could discover it without help.

“Looks like you get better with age,” she said with a wink.

I curled my fingers asking her to “cum closer” and the orgasm hit her hard. She moaned and begged me to stop, so I didn’t. When she finished she said, “I thought i told you to stop.”

She pushed on my head jokingly and I fell on my ass with a wet thud.

“Oh my gosh!” She said. “Are you ok?”

I laughed and said, “Remind me to always listen to the black belt. She hits first and asks questions later.”

She stepped to stand over me and said, “Even if you’re being a baby, you aren’t wrong. Better to always do what I say.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said honestly.

She bent over and grabbed my cock. Hard. Very fucking hard. I fucking loved it and moaned. She smiled and knelt down to guide me into her. I knew the end was near as she started to ride me.

She took all of me in and would raise up until I would almost come out, and then she would take me in. Over and over again.

I started to speak by saying, “Allie, I don’t-“, but she picked up the pace, and I forgot all about what I was about to say. I didn’t care. All I cared about was this feeling.

She rode me and I held on for dear life as I came inside her. I cried out as she ground her pussy on me hard enough to hurt. When we were both back in our bodies, we kissed and let the water wash our cum down the drain.

We dried off, put on comfortable clothes, and decided to relax while watching a scary movie. To my surprise she had never seen Cujo. But to be fair, she was 21 and hadn’t seen a lot of 80s horror movies. But before that, food. We were both starving.

We headed to the kitchen and she asked, “So, what’s this “dad meal” You’re making me?”.

I opened the fridge and pulled out the pizza dough I started from scratch the night before.

“My specialty actually,” I said. “Homemade pizza.”

“Holy shit, Charlie.” She said lookingin the bowl. “You make homemade pizza? From scratch?!”

I smiled at the recognition. My wife didn’t like my homemade pizza despite it being a hit with just about everyone else.

“That’s it.” She said. “Pack a bag. You’re coming home with me.”

We laughed and hugged. It was perfect. She helped me decorate the pizza and get it in the oven. In less than 30 minutes, we had freshly made pizza, drinks, and a horror movie going in the TV in the den. We snuggled under the blanket and rubbed our legs against each other just enjoying being together.

At the scary parts she jumped and would lean into me and hide her eyes. I would rub her back and she would absently play with my beard. When it was over, we chatted about the movie and looked up trivia online. She needed to know the dog didn’t really get hurt. It was cute.

I headed downstairs with our plates and looked outside. It was dark. I looked at my phone for the first time in hours.

My wife’s one message told me what I suspected. Her parents were offended I just didn’t bring my computer and do my work from their house. Fuck that. I have done that lots of times. I get to choose what I do and who I do it with!

I finished up my reply to my wife as Allie entered the kitchen after gonna the bathroom.

“You look,” she began. “Annoyed?”

I told her about the text from my wife. She listened and came up to hug me as I vented. I squeezed her tightly.

“Charlie,” she said. “You’re a good man. You shouldn’t be afraid to be yourself. Or to speak your mind. Or have a different opinion. I love who you are!”

I thanked her and held her tightly.

“I’m not that great. I am having an affair with a hot college girl.” I said.
“Oh, yeah?” she said sarcastically. “Tell me about her.”

“Well, she’s hot, smart, getting a degree in nursing, and we have the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” I said.

“The best sex of your life?” She said sarcastically. “Sounds like a slut trying to ruin your marriage.”

I pulled her in close. Our faces inches aside.

“She’s the only good thing in my life, right now.” I said and kissed her. “But she is a slut.”

Her eyes widened and she punched me in the stomach. Ouch. She didn’t hold back on that one. We play wrestled and made our way to the master bedroom. She climbed on top of me, pinning my hands to the bed.

“A slut?” She said. “If she’s a slut, then why are you with her?”

“Because she’s a slut?” I said sarcasticly.

She punched me a few times. Playfully. But damn. Note. Don’t fuck with this girl.
“OK ok ok,” I laughed. “You win! I give up!”

She squinted her eyes and crossed her arms and said, “Damn right you do.”

She leaned down and hugged me. My cock was already hard. My hands slid over her tight ass and squeezed. I massaged her back and she sigh contentedly.

I rubbed her pussy over her yoga shorts and she began to nibble at my neck and ears. My hand slipped under her shorts; she was fucking wet.

Our clothes came off and she flipped into her belly. Ass wiggling in the air. I kissed the bend of her knees, her thighs, and then gave her a hard smack on the ass.
“Ow!” She yelped in delight.

Before she could say anything else, I licked her asshole slowly and deeply.
“Oh, fuck!” She moaned softly. Head hitting her pillow.

I worshiped her asshole. Soft licks. Hard licks. Teasing. Exploring. Blowing her fucking mind. The orgasm finally took her and she cried out my name, “Charlie!”

As she lay panting, I spit on her ass and rubbed some on my cock. She didn’t complain or say no. She arched her back and pushed back against me.

My head slowly entered her ass and she bit her lip. I decided to take it slow and kissed her and told her how gorgeous she was as I slid gently back and forth.

Deeper with each thrust.

When I was hilted, I checked on her. She nodded that she was ok and to keep going. Without saying anything more, I pulled almost all the way out and thrust all the way back in. She gasped and I pulled her hair to bend her backwards.

I hammered her over and over again. She cried out but never asked me to stop. She took and all and wanted more. More of my cock. More of me. More of anything I could give her.

When I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. I held my cock in a Judo grip until she was able to get her mouth around me, and when I felt her warm tongue and inviting throat, I unloaded.

I felt like her body shudder and then watched her drink from my fire hose. Her throat moved and she swallowed every drop. When I was done I collapsed in the bed and pulled her tight.

“Fuck, Charlie.” She said. “Just damn. Are you trying to kill me?”.

She laughed and laid in the crook of my arm.

“No,” I said. “Just trying out some new moves with a black belt.”

A month later I met with a divorce lawyer. Like my therapist said, “If things are going to end in divorce either way, why not choose the outcome where you’re happiest?”.

I couldn’t agree more.

The end.

NSFW: yes