I'd been chatting with Jake online for three months before I discovered he lived twenty minutes away. I drove past his house for work. We'd shared fantasies in explicit detail, traded photos that made me blush even as I took them, talked about things I'd never admitted to anyone, even my husband Tom. Dark fantasies, exhibitionist desires, the appeal of watching and being watched. I couldn’t believe he lived so close. Then...

They looked at each other, some unspoken communication passing between them, working out logistics. Then Jake lay down on the carpet on his back, his cock standing proudly. I was pleased because, despite my bravado, I wasn’t sure I could actually have taken him in the rear. "Come here," he said, patting his thighs. I moved over him, straddling his hips. His hands gripped my waist as I positioned myself above him, his thic...