The Roar and the Glance

37-year-old Amanda was elbow-deep in a stack of folders in her home office when the deep, guttural rumble of a motorcycle tore through the quiet of the neighborhood like a thunderclap. She flinched, instinctively glancing toward the front window. The blinds in her home office were half-open, but curiosity made her fingers part them wider.

There he was.

Leather boots hit the pavement first, then the jeans—black, snug, and molded to powerful legs. His back was broad and corded with muscle beneath a snug white tee that clung to him like a second skin. Amanda’s breath caught when he pulled off his helmet, revealing a bald, glistening scalp and a neatly trimmed beard framing a devastatingly handsome face. He turned slightly, giving her a partial profile—strong jawline, full lips, smooth dark skin.

Her heart fluttered in a way it hadn’t in years.

That’s the guy making all that noise?

She watched as he casually parked the Harley under the shade of a tree across the street. He stretched a little, muscles flexing, and then reached back into his saddlebags. Amanda knew she should stop staring—hell, she was married—but she was rooted in place, hypnotized.

And then—his eyes flicked up. Right at her window.

Amanda’s breath caught in her throat as she stumbled backward from the blinds, cheeks burning. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Had he seen her?

Steve had been irritated at the noise since the neighbor first moved in across the street two weeks ago. Her husband hated that sort of thing—called it “obnoxious showboating.” But Steve was at the office. And soon he’d be flying out of state. Two weeks, she reminded herself, of just her, the kids, and the empty space Steve’s absence would leave behind.

And, apparently, the hot neighbor with the noisy bike.

Big D’s Auto Service

Friday evening traffic was thinning as Amanda slid behind the wheel of her SUV, tucked in the parking garage beneath the law office building where she worked as a paralegal. She tossed her handbag onto the passenger seat and turned the key.

Click.

She frowned. Tried again. Nothing but a hollow, stubborn sound.

“Great,” she muttered. “Not today.”

She tried again, jiggled the gear shift, muttered a prayer. Still nothing.

Steve would know what to do. But Steve was already en route to Denver, somewhere over the Rockies by now. She stared at her phone for a long second before reluctantly tapping the contact for roadside assistance. Her day had already been long, her heels pinched, and all she wanted was to pour a glass of wine, kick off her shoes, and soak in a bath.

Twenty minutes later, a rust-speckled tow truck rumbled into view. The driver, a burly man in his fifties, was polite but perfunctory. After attaching her SUV to the winch, he motioned toward the passenger side.

“Hop in. Closest garage is Big D’s Auto Service—only five minutes from here.”

She climbed into the cab and dialed her mother-in-law. “Hi, Lynn? I’m having car trouble… Can you pick up the kids from school and maybe… keep them for dinner?”

Lynn was happy to help. Amanda hung up, relieved—and also quietly aware that, with her kids taken care of and her husband gone, the night ahead was unexpectedly… open.

They pulled up to a modest auto shop tucked at the edge of an industrial plaza. The sky was pink with sunset, the lot mostly empty. The sign over the awning read: Big D’s Auto Service in blocky white letters.

Amanda’s heels clicked across the oil-smudged pavement as she made her way to the glass door. Inside, the place was dimly lit, quiet—clearly closing up for the day. She approached the counter and waited.

A man emerged from the garage bay, wiping his hands on a rag.

Amanda blinked.

It was him.

The new neighbor with the Harley.

Same bald head. Same handsome face. Same commanding presence, now dressed in a dark gray shop shirt with his name stitched over the chest—Darius.

He looked up and smiled slowly, recognition dawning in his dark brown eyes. “Well, hi there.”

Her lips parted. “You’re… Big D?”

He grinned. “In the flesh.”

Amanda flushed.

He nodded toward the parking lot. “That your silver SUV?”

She nodded.

“I’ll take care of it. Let me get your info.”

She rattled off her name and address. When she gave the street name, his brows lifted. “I knew you looked familiar. That’s you in the brick colonial across from me, huh?”

“Guilty.” She tried to laugh. “And I think I’m supposed to be mad at you for waking up the neighborhood.”

He chuckled. “That bike’s got a loud mouth, yeah. I keep meaning to tone it down, but…” He shrugged with a lazy, boyish charm. “It’s hard to muzzle something that powerful.”

Amanda tried not to stare at his arms.

Darius typed her info into the computer, fingers moving deftly. “You caught us right at closing. Everyone else is gone, but I’ll take a look.”

“I don’t want to keep you…”

He waved it off. “I got time. Follow me.”

He disappeared outside. Amanda followed, leaning near the open garage bay as he propped up the hood of her SUV. The air smelled faintly of motor oil and grease. Darius worked quickly, peering into the engine.

“Looks like your starter’s shot,” he said. “Part’s gotta be ordered—might be a couple days.”

She sighed. “Of course.”

“I can give you a ride home,” he offered.

“Oh—no, I can wait for my mother-in-law—she said she might swing by…”

“Nah,” he said, lifting a helmet from a hook by the door. “I insist.”

Amanda hesitated. Her heart pounded a little harder as he handed her the extra helmet. It was warm from the sun, and smelled faintly of leather.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and playful. “I ride gentle when I have precious cargo.”

Against her better judgment, she smiled and slipped the helmet on.

He straddled the Harley, and she climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his broad torso. As the engine roared to life beneath them, she felt the vibration through every inch of her body.

The ride was short, but thrilling—wind in her hair, thighs pressed against his hips, her hands gripping his firm abs. When they reached her driveway, she climbed off, cheeks flushed and a little breathless.

Darius pulled off his helmet and gave her a crooked smile. “I’ll call you tomorrow with an update. I’m sending you my contact info now so you know it’s me,” he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and keying in some text. Her number was now in his database from the shop, which was somehow… convenient.

Hearing her phone blip, she pulled it from her purse and acknowledged receiving his info. She nodded. “Thanks for everything… really.”

He lingered for a moment, eyes sweeping over her body, then gave a soft, “You’re welcome,” and drove off, the bike’s low growl fading into the dusk.

Amanda stood in her driveway long after he disappeared, her body still humming.

Inside, she read the text from her mother-in-law: Kids are fed and settled. I’ll keep them overnight—maybe the weekend? You could use a little break!

Amanda smiled and texted back, “Thank you!”

She poured herself a glass of wine. Then lit some candles and drew a hot bath. As steam rose around her, Amanda slid into the oval-shaped tub, sinking low until the water covered her shoulders. The lavender scent of her bath salts curled around her like steam from a simmering potion. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, letting her body float, weightless.

Her thoughts drifted.

Not to Steve.

To the motorcycle. The vibration. The way her thighs had pressed against Darius’ hips.

To his voice—deep, rich, confident. The way his eyes had wandered over her with no apology. The way his shirt clung to his chest, those hard pecs straining against the cotton.

Her hand skimmed slowly over her belly, gliding down beneath the waterline. She hesitated for a heartbeat. Then let her fingers drift lower.

Amanda had touched herself before—of course she had—but it had never started with this kind of heat. This need.

She pictured Darius leaning over the open hood of her SUV, sleeves pushed up, veins in his forearms pronounced as he reached for a wrench. Her breath hitched.

In her mind, he looked up from the engine and saw her watching him. He didn’t smile—he just wiped his hands on a rag, walked over, and without a word, pressed her back against the car and kissed her.

Her middle finger found the slick swell between her thighs and began to circle gently.

She gasped.

In her fantasy, Darius’ hands were rough and sure. He knew exactly where to touch. He shoved her imaginary skirt up, palmed her ass, lifted her onto the hood of the car while his mouth claimed hers. His tongue filled her mouth the way she imagined his cock would fill her.

God, what must he look like naked?

What would it feel like to watch him undress slowly, knowing she’d be the one to take every inch of him?

Amanda’s fingers moved faster now, working tiny circles as her other hand pinched her nipple gently. The ache between her legs grew into something urgent—hot, slick, alive.

She imagined herself naked beneath Darius, his thick cock pushing between her thighs, stretching her like never before. Her legs spread wide, his weight pressing her into the hood, hips rocking slow and deep.

“Yes…” she whispered, biting her lower lip.

She heard his voice in her mind—low and growling in her ear as he fucked her slowly on the hood of her car. “You feel that, baby? That’s all yours…”

Her body tensed. Her breath caught.

And then—release.

Her climax hit her like a slow, rolling wave, rippling outward from her core, her toes curling beneath the water, her lips parting in a trembling moan. She clutched the sides of the tub, muscles tightening, then relaxing as the last wave passed through her.

Amanda lay still for a moment, panting softly, her fingers slipping away, her cheeks flushed.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

What the hell had just come over her?

She sank lower into the bath, letting the heat ease her trembling thighs, her heart still hammering.

Darius had awakened something.

And she wasn’t sure she wanted to put it back to sleep.

The Faucet and the Fire

Amanda was still in bed the next morning when she heard it: a slow, steady drip from the en suite bathroom.

She groaned, rolling over and burying her face in her pillow. The faucet. She’d noticed it the night before, but now it was constant—drip… drip… drip—punctuating the silence of the otherwise quiet house.

Steve would’ve handled it.

But Steve was in Colorado.

She padded to the bathroom in her pink satin pajamas, cinched loosely at the waist. Her top clung to her braless chest, and her bottoms hugged the curve of her hips as she bent over the sink to inspect the leak.

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen: Big D.

Her heart stuttered.

She answered, trying to sound casual. “Morning.”

“Hey, Amanda,” he said, his voice lower than she remembered, that early morning rasp giving it a delicious edge. “I was calling to update you on your car—but you sound… distracted.”

Amanda exhaled a quiet laugh. “My faucet’s leaking now. One thing after another.”

He chuckled. “That so? Lucky for you, I’m off today. And I’m real good with my hands.”

Her breath caught.

“I’ve got all the tools you need,” he continued. “Be there in five, unless you’ve got some hunky plumber on speed dial.”

“Uh—no, that’s… that’s fine.” She hesitated. “But I’m not exactly dressed…”

“I won’t mind,” he said, and ended the call before she could respond.

Amanda stood frozen in place, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Two minutes later, there was a knock at the front door.

She raced downstairs, her bare feet nearly silent on the hardwood. She paused at the foyer mirror. Her hair was tousled. Her pajamas clung in all the right places. Her nipples visibly pressed against the satin.

She considered changing.

But didn’t.

When she opened the door, Darius stood there in a white ribbed tank and black jeans, a toolbag dangling from one hand. His arms were glistening slightly in the rising morning heat, tattoos curling up one forearm. His eyes scanned her slowly—head to toe, lingering at her chest, then again at the sway of her hips as she stepped aside.

“Damn,” he murmured with a soft grin. “You look good in pink.”

Amanda flushed. “Thanks for coming so fast.”

“Always a pleasure,” he said, his eyes gleaming as he stepped inside.

She led him up the stairs, her hips swaying with each step. She felt his gaze burning into her backside. Something tightened low in her belly.

In the bathroom, he set the bag down, crouched beside the tub, and got to work. She stood near the doorway, arms crossed lightly beneath her breasts, watching his strong hands move with precision.

“You’re full of surprises,” she said.

He glanced up at her, a playful smirk on his lips. “I’m mechanically inclined. My Dad was a handyman.”

Amanda’s stomach fluttered. “How fortunate for me,” she chuckled breathily.

A few minutes passed with only the soft clink of tools and running water. while he worked, Darius asked Amanda about her work as a paralegal, how she got into that line of work, how many kids she has and how long she’s been married.

Then he turned off the handle and tested the faucet. No drip.

He stood. “All fixed.”

She looked up at him, suddenly too aware of the tension between them. They were alone. Her kids were gone. Her husband was two states away.

And this man was staring at her like he wanted to devour her.

She licked her lips, heart racing.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“You sure that’s all you need?” Darius asked, stepping closer.

Amanda’s breath caught. “I—I don’t know what you mean…”

His lips met hers before she could finish.

His mouth was warm, demanding. She gasped as he pressed her back into the doorframe, his body pinning hers. Her hands clutched his arms instinctively. She kissed him back, fiercely, hungrily, her body igniting from the inside out.

Darius’ hands slid beneath her pajama top, finding bare skin. He cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing her stiff nipples, drawing a moan from her throat.

“I knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” he growled, kissing down her neck.

His fingers dipped into her waistband. He paused, then grinned.

“No panties either?” His voice was a whisper against her ear. “Damn, girl…”

“I… I had just woken up when I discovered the leak…” she breathed between kisses and mingling tongues.

“I’ll bet that ain’t all that’s leakin’,” Darius mused, rubbing her mound over the silky material.

Amanda was trembling, aroused beyond belief. She nodded helplessly.

He pushed her gently toward the bed, backing her across the room. She lay down, satin clinging to her body. Darius stood over her, his gaze hot and hungry.

Slowly, reverently, he unbuttoned her pajama top, exposing her chest. His hands roamed across her curves, down to her hips. She lifted her hips to help him slide the bottoms off, revealing her completely.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, stepping back to strip.

Amanda’s breath hitched when his jeans came down. His cock sprang free—thick, long, hard. Bigger than anything she’d ever taken. Her eyes widened.

“Don’t be scared,” he said softly, kneeling between her thighs. “You’ll love every inch.”

He lowered his mouth to her body, kissing from her neck down—pausing to suck each nipple until she whimpered, teasing her belly, then parting her thighs and breathing in deeply.

“Damn, you smell so fucking good.”

Then he buried his mouth in her folds.

Amanda had a fleeting thought that she was glad she had bathed the night before, even though she would have preferred to have bathed this morning, if she had known this encounter was imminent. But this gorgeous dark mountain of a man didn’t seem to mind!

Amanda cried out, hips lifting. His tongue was expert, swirling and licking, flattening against her clit then teasing it again. Her fingers knotted in the sheets. Her thighs trembled. He moaned against her pussy like he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

She came hard—eyes clenched, lips parted, calling out his name as her orgasm rolled through her.

Darius licked her through it, then crawled back up her body. She reached between them, guiding his thick cock to her entrance.

“Take it slow,” she whispered.

He kissed her lips softly. “I got you.”

And he pushed in.

Amanda gasped—stretching wide around him. The sensation was overwhelming. Full. Deep. Delicious.

He rocked into her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He moved deeper, and her breath hitched again.

“You okay?” he asked, watching her face.

She nodded. “Oh god… it hurts… but feels so good! Don’t stop.”

They found a rhythm—slow, intense, grinding heat. Her nails dug into his back. She moaned with every thrust, every deep stroke sending sparks through her.

Amanda came again, her body arching beneath him.

Darius rolled her over, lifting her hips. She braced on her elbows as he entered her from behind, gripping her waist firmly. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—wet, urgent, raw.

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “Darius—don’t stop—I’m gonna—”

She came a third time, shuddering beneath him, legs shaking.

As her orgasm began to subside, while she was still loving the euphoria of Darius’ girthy tool stretching her insides, his eyes locked onto hers.

His voice shaking, he asked, “Can I?”

This whirlwind tryst had started so fast, she hadn’t had time to think about where to let him ejaculate! But now, time was short. Remembering her IUS was still current, and with no time to think about any possible unwanted health consequences, she nodded her head vigorously.

“Ye-yes! Cum inside me!” she cried.

With a low growl, Darius plunged deep and held himself there, cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with hot, thick seed. Amanda whimpered at the sensation—so much warmth, so deep inside.

He collapsed gently beside her, chest heaving.

Amanda rolled to her back, dazed, her thighs sticky, her body buzzing.

Darius leaned over, kissing her tenderly. “You okay?”

She smiled faintly. “I’m… in euphoria.”

He watched as a trickle of his cum began to slip from between her thighs.

“Damn,” he whispered. “That was the most amazing sex I’ve had in a long time!”

She exhaled, still catching her breath. “Really? I was going to say the same thing!”

He chuckled, kissed her once more, then got up and dressed.

“You good?” he asked her tenderly.

Still catching her breath and gently stroking her breasts, she smiled, “I’m guess I’m in a daze. My mind is spinning and my heart is thumping fast.”

While she watched Darius put his clothes back on, she did feel the need to ask him about his sexual health.

“Darius,” she hesitated quietly, “I’m not going to… regret this… what just happened, am I?”

He looked at her with a confused look on his face, and Amanda immediately knew she needed to clarify.

“Oh, I’m not talking about getting pregnant. I have an IUS up there,” she chuckled. “What I’m trying to ask about, as sensitively as I can, is… are you…?”

Darius smiled broadly. “Ha ha, don’t even worry about that! I’m cleaner than the floor of a surgical room! I make sure of that!”

Amanda tried to hide her immense relief at his words. She believed him. She could tell he was not someone who would lie about something like that.

“Okay,” she responded. “I’m sorry I asked.”

“No need to apologize! The fact that you asked me that tells me you are a responsible woman!” he told her.

After sliding his sneakers back onto his feet, he said in a low voice, “Thank you, Amanda. You are an amazing, sexy woman, and I am excited that we are neighbors. I hope we can see each other again sometime.”

Unsure of how to respond to that, her thoughts in a blender, she could only smile up at him.

He leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips, then stood and walked out of the bedroom. She could hear his steps going down the carpeted stairs.

Amanda lay splayed across the bed, still naked and leaking his seed. She heard he front door click shut.

Only then did she sit up, legs still trembling.

She drew a fresh bath in her newly-fixed tub.

As the tub filled, her phone buzzed.

Steve.

She answered, curling her legs to her chest as she sat on the edge of the tub.

“Morning, babe,” he said cheerfully. “How’s everything?”

Amanda glanced down at the trickle still leaking from between her thighs and onto the edge of the tub, where she sat as the water filled it, then smiled.

“I’m being taken care of,” she said sweetly. “Our new neighbor? He owns the auto shop. Darius. Very… service-oriented.”

Steve grunted. “That the guy with the damn Harley?”

Amanda giggled. “Yep. That’s him.”

“Well,” he sighed, “he might be annoying, but I am grateful he is taking care of you while I’m gone.”

“He is,” she smiled before changing the subject to his trip, her work, and the mundane topics between husband and wife, as she stepped into the warm water and sat down in it.

They wrapped up a few minutes later. Steve’s voice was warm as he said, “Love you.”

Amanda hesitated just half a second. “You too,” she replied, then ended the call.

She set the phone on the bath tray and leaned back, sinking deeper into the steamy water. Her body floated, boneless and sore in all the best ways. She closed her eyes, the scent of lavender rising around her like a curtain.

Chime.

Her eyes opened lazily. A text.

She reached for the phone and tapped the screen.

DARIUS:

11:30 tomorrow. Lunch date. I’m picking you up. Wear something sexy but low-key.

Amanda stared at the message, a small pulse thudding in her belly.

No question mark. No “are you free?” or “would you like to?” Just the plan. Delivered like fact.

Like he already knew she’d say yes.

She bit her lower lip, her nipples tightening beneath the bathwater. It should’ve annoyed her—maybe even offended her.

But it didn’t.

It thrilled her.

Sunday Lunch and Round Two

Sunday morning arrived with soft sunlight slanting through the blinds and the sound of birdsong in the backyard.

Amanda had barely slept.

Her body was still sore in the best ways—her thighs, her core, the faint ache between her legs a delicious reminder of what Darius had done to her the morning before.

She slipped into the bath—her favorite oasis—pouring in a generous amount of her favorite scented soak. The water warmed her skin, and she let it carry away her lingering guilt and doubt.

What had started as curiosity… had turned into something more.

She carefully trimmed her pubic hair in a landing strip, smoothed lotion over her thighs, and spent extra time on her makeup and hair. She spent time choosing a breezy, semi-casual outfit: a fitted scoop-neck top that hugged her chest and showed just a whisper of cleavage, and soft denim capris that clung to her hips. A dainty necklace rested in the hollow of her throat.

She was ready when she heard the Harley growl to life across the street.

Her pulse quickened. It was like her body had already developed a Pavlovian response to the rumble of the powerful machine between his legs. The irony was not lost on her.

By the time the bike pulled into her driveway, Amanda was at the front door, smoothing her hair. She opened it with a bright, almost bashful smile.

Darius looked her up and down slowly and whistled. “Damn. You clean up nice.”

Amanda’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t break eye contact. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

She locked her front door behind her and they walked to the driveway.

Darius reached for a second helmet. “Ready for that lunch?”

She nodded, heart pounding again as she climbed on behind him. The engine vibrated under her, her arms wrapped snugly around his waist. The scent of his skin, the wind in her hair—it was electric.

They rode to a tucked-away barbecue joint just outside town. The smell of hickory smoke filled the air as they sat in a corner booth, laughing over brisket sandwiches and cold beers. Darius was more open today—sharing stories of his divorce, his grown kids, his time in the Army, his years building the shop from scratch. Amanda talked about her job, her children, her husband and their marriage—carefully editing out yesterday’s betrayal. She talked about the challenges of their 11-year matrimony, the mundane sex, but she was also careful to tell about Steve’s hard work ethic and provision for their family.

Still, they both knew. She was making excuses for what had happened between them yesterday. And Darius didn’t care. He just knew he had an insatiable hunger for her married body—her smell, her taste, her… wetness. He was so deeply aroused by the way she sighed and moaned when he was lapping her folds or thrusting inside her. He wanted that. As often as he could get it. And right now? Her husband was out of town and her kids were out of the house. He was going to take as much as she’d give him.

Something unspoken pulsed between them, hot and steady.

On the ride back, Amanda leaned her head against his back, feeling safe. Warm. Desired.

When they arrived at her house, she didn’t hesitate.

“Want to come in?” she asked.

His answering smile was slow and hungry. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

Once the door closed behind them, it was like a spark hit gasoline. Their bodies collided—kissing fiercely as they moved through the entryway and up the stairs, hands roaming, mouths hungry.

By the time they reached the bedroom, they were already tugging at each other’s clothes.

Amanda shimmied out of her capris, then her panties. Darius peeled off his shirt, his chest broad and gleaming in the sunlight pouring through the window. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

They stood naked before each other, breathing hard.

“You are…” he began, eyes devouring her curves, “so fucking stunning.”

She blushed, then dropped to her knees.

Darius sucked in a breath as her hands wrapped around his thick, growing cock. Amanda looked up at him, then took him into her mouth—slowly, carefully, savoring the weight and size of him. She used her tongue to circle the head, then took him deeper, working him with long, smooth strokes.

He groaned, one hand in her hair. “God, baby… that mouth.”

She continued, loving the control, the heat in his voice. Her lips glided up and down his shaft, her tongue teasing the underside until his abs clenched.

Darius gently pulled her off, breathing hard. “You’re gonna make me lose it too soon.”

He lifted her easily and tossed her gently onto the bed.

“Get up onto that bed on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

She laughed, breathless, getting on all fours and spread her legs for him.

He groped and kneaded her buttocks, admiring the beautiful sight of her sex. Then he leaned his face closer and settled between her cheeks, pressing kisses on her ass and along the crack, then flicking his tongue across her labia and clit. Amanda moaned loudly, arching up. He licked her with slow, luxurious strokes—driving her higher and higher.

She came hard, writhing under his mouth, hands clinging to the sheets.

He climbed over her, kissed her deeply, then rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds.

“I want to feel every inch of you,” Amanda said in a husky voice.

Darius growled softly and pushed into her.

She gasped—still tight around him, still in awe of his size. He moved slow, deep, grinding against her clit with each thrust. Her hands clutched his hips, nails digging into skin as he fucked her in a slow, powerful rhythm.

Amanda came again, crying out beneath him, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Then he fell onto his back and guided her towards him, bringing her on top. Amanda straddled him, hair falling around her shoulders, his cock buried deep inside her. She moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being full, of watching his face as she rode him.

Darius gripped her hips and thrust up into her.

She gasped again, hands on his chest, her body slapping against his. Her orgasm built quickly—a tight, pulsing need—and then exploded through her like a supernova.

She collapsed onto his chest, trembling.

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped her onto her side, lifting one leg up over his arm and sliding back inside her from the side.

Amanda moaned loudly, her breath catching as he hit new angles.

“Oh fuck—yes—right there,” she gasped.

He thrust deeper, harder, their bodies slick with sweat, his lips finding her neck. She climaxed again, back arching, crying out as he finally let go with a deep groan, spurting inside her.

They lay tangled together, her legs still shaking.

His cum began to leak from her, warm and thick between her thighs.

Amanda turned to face him, lips swollen, eyes glazed. “What are we doing?” she whispered.

He stroked her hair. “Something we both need to do.”

She nodded, curling into his chest.

They lay like that for a while—tangled, quiet, spent.

Eventually, Darius stood and dressed. He leaned down to kiss her, slow and sweet.

“I want to see you again before your husband gets back.”

Amanda looked up at him, her heart skipping. “You will.”

He winked, then disappeared down the stairs.

Amanda stayed in bed for a long while, her naked body stretched across the sheets, covered in the scent of sex and sweat and the lingering ache of satisfaction.

Monday Morning – The Note on the Windshield

The alarm clock was unnecessary. Amanda was already awake, lying in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, her naked body sore in the most delicious places. Her inner thighs still tingled. The memory of Darius between them made her press her lips together to suppress a smile.

Sunlight spilled through the bedroom window, bright and golden. Down the hall, the house was still quiet. Her mother-in-law had offered to take the kids to school this morning. Amanda hadn’t argued.

She needed today.

She padded to the bathroom, the one with the newly fixed faucet. Her reflection stared back: flushed cheeks, hair tousled, the faintest dark bloom of a hickey on her collarbone.

Her fingers grazed it gently, and her breath caught—not from shame. From excitement.

She bathed slowly, luxuriating in the hot water and the solitude. It had been years since she’d felt this sensual. This alive. She had a life—a family, a husband. But somewhere along the way, that feeling of being a desired woman had dimmed.

And Darius had relit it with a spark and a smile—and a big, rumbling motorcycle.

Amanda dressed carefully for work. Not to be seductive, but to feel good in her skin. A fitted navy blouse, a pencil skirt that hugged her hips just right. Her diamond wedding ring glittered on her hand as she applied a touch of mascara. She stared at the ring for a long moment, then looked away.

Without a vehicle, she decided to use a ride service just this once. She hoped her car would be ready sometime today, and someone from work would give her a ride to the shop.

By the time lunch rolled around, her phone vibrated with a text from the front desk of her office.

Your vehicle has arrived. Keys and invoice are with receptionist.

Amanda blinked in surprise. She hadn’t asked for it to be delivered.

She made her way downstairs to the visitor parking area. Her SUV gleamed in the sun, freshly-washed, the familiar shape suddenly strange after three days of absence.

On the windshield, tucked beneath a wiper blade, was a folded slip of paper.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it.

Written in bold, confident handwriting:

“Servicing you was my pleasure. Thank you for the opportunity.

Come back anytime.

– D”

Amanda stared at the note, heart fluttering wildly. Her cheeks flushed. A soft, breathy laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it.

She folded the paper and tucked it into her purse.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a daze. She caught herself daydreaming—about his hands, his mouth, the way he’d looked up at her from between her legs like she was his only need in the world. She crossed her legs at her desk, shifting subtly as a pulse of remembered arousal stirred between them.

That evening, once the kids were home and settled in with their homework and a movie, Amanda sat on the couch with a glass of wine and her phone in her lap.

She typed.

“Thank you again. You were everything I didn’t know I needed.”

A few seconds passed.

Then her phone buzzed with a reply.

“You’re all I’ve been thinking about. When can I see you again?”

Amanda’s heart pounded.

Her fingers hovered over the screen. She looked around the living room—at the blanket folded over the armrest, the sound of animated voices from the TV, the laughter of her children upstairs.

Then she typed:

“Soon. I’ll make time.”

Another reply:

“You better. This thing between us? It’s just getting started.”

Amanda locked her phone, then sat back, breathless.

The affair had begun.

And it was far from over.

-THE END-