Class Reunion

The footsteps stopped outside the door. I heard the card key swipe, then swipe again. The lock clicked then the door opened slowly and Jace stepped in. "Sharon?"

"I'm in the bedroom. To your right."
He edged up to the door and leaned a shoulder against the jamb.

I sighed. He hadn't aged a day in the ten years since we'd graduated. He looked so handsome in his black tux and cummerbund with his sandy brown hair, and his deep blue eyes.

A grin formed on his sexy thin lips when he saw me. A chill passed though me. I was about to cheat on my husband. I was about to f*ck another man—Jason (Jace) Masterson—school hero.

I need this. I needed something beside sterile prim and proper, boring sex with my husband. I hungered for dirty, filthy, lascivious head thrashing, heart beating, back cresting, fist clenching sex from a fervent, new lover.

Seven years ago, when Paul and I married, he was an amazing, imaginative lover, but as the years passed and he advanced up the corporate ladder, his primary interest shifted from our sex life to his success. He became indifferent to sex, and we had it less often and with little passion.

Now, I'm desperate for dirty, hardcore sex that rips my thighs apart. Can Jace do that for me? Can Jace provide the sinful extramarital sex for which I crave—sex that delivers mighty orgasms that come with being a wanton adulteress—fabulous sex, so wicked, I can never tell anyone, even my best girlfriend about it.

He held up the bottle of Dom Perignon and two flutes he'd brought. Apparently for my approval. He waggled his eyebrows. "Lookin' good. I see you've filled out nicely since leaving school. Couldn't wait, huh?"

I shifted in my seat, uncrossing my legs and parting them. "I'm here for you know what. We have to hurry. I don't know how long we have until my husband starts to look for me."

Jace strode up to the chair, set the flutes down and poured bubbly. He handed me one. "Here, you are." He smiled seductively and winked, "Unless you'd rather have me lick champagne off your fabulous, naked body."

A thrill surged through me as a vision of his suggestion teased my mind. "That sounds like fun, but we don't have time right now." I sipped the champagne. "What took you so long?"

He took a breath. "Gladys, I couldn't simply take off." He sipped his champagne and started to undress. "I had to make sure she wasn't suspicious and wouldn't miss me. When I finally left her she was talking old times with group of her old school friends."