As he replayed the memory of the night before, Terry couldn’t get the image of his co-worker fucking his wife out of his head. It was an erotic vision as he remembered from his vantage around the corner. He saw their bodies, still dressed but for their underwear that hung at their ankles. He heard the sounds of their sex and the filthiness of their obscenities spoken in their lust. Sitting behind his desk, he stroked his...

“Suzy?” I asked my best friend, “Hell no. There is no way.” “Bet me then,” Bret challenged.” “My wife would never fuck you. It’s a fucking bet.” “Okay, in your house, while you are there, tonight. You can’t get mad or divorce her.” The workday passed quickly and it was time to go. Having called, Suzy knew he was coming home with me. “Make yourself at home, Bret,” I said after kissing Suzy, “I’m going to shower.” “Dinner i...