Naomi’s phone chimed with an alert. She grabbed it and saw that it was a text from her husband. It read: “Getting on plane. All good. See you Monday. Hope you have time to get caught up on cleaning.”

She sighed and set her phone down. Her husband, Chad, was a minister and on his way to a professional conference in San Antonio. Truth be told, she couldn’t wait to have an entire weekend to herself.

Naomi and Chad had met on their first day of college at a conservative Christian liberal arts school. It was the kind of place where people went to get a degree but to also find a spouse. Nearly everyone who lived on Naomi’s residence hall floor that first year married someone they met in their first few months on campus.

Both Naomi and Chad were virgins, and, at Chad’s insistence, it remained that way until their wedding night, which came a month to the day they graduated from college. Before their wedding night, they’d had make out and heavy petting sessions that Chad always put a stop to, though Naomi desperately wanted to keep going.

After their wedding night, she and Chad had perfunctory missionary sex twice a week, always at 9:30 at night. Chad would get on top of her, place his penis inside her, and thrust exactly seven times before cumming. After that, he’d immediately get off Naomi and go to sleep.

Chad wasn’t a bad man, but he wasn’t a thoughtful or fun man, either.

Though she tried not to very often, there were times when Naomi wondered what her life would look like had she gone to a different college or had waited to seek out a husband until after she’d earned her degree.

And it’s not as though she wouldn’t have had options.

She was five-eight with a ballerina’s build, small perky breasts, large green eyes and clear, alabaster skin. Her bright red hair had earned her smiles and pleasant comments since she was a little girl.

She wore little makeup and made no effort to make herself look like a woman on a magazine cover. If you’ve read Roald Dahl’s Matilda, she’d make you think of Miss Honey.

To accurately describe Naomi, you’d only need one word: Lovely.

“So, hubby is out of town all weekend, right?” said Laura, Naomi’s best friend at the office. “That means you can finally go to our Friday night happy hour.”

Naomi worked at a downtown advertising agency. She was a graphic designer. She loved her job but often felt slightly out of place. Her social circle, which consisted of college friends and Chad’s colleagues, were all religious. There was no drinking, no dirty jokes, no conversations about the latest R rated movies.

Her work colleagues, who were all roughly her age, were just the opposite. They were funny and loud. Told dirty jokes. Drank and excitedly debated movies. Laura did her best to look out for her, though she was often frustrated by how sheltered Naomi was.

“He just got on the plane,” Naomi told Laura. “But I don’t know about happy hour. I should get caught up on some cleaning and errands.”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Please? It’s my birthday!”

“Your birthday is in three weeks,” Naomi replied.

“Fine, it’s almost my birthday,” Laura said, laughing. “Please come for at least an hour or two.”

Naomi thought to herself that there wouldn’t be any harm in it. Chad would never know. “Okay, I can come for a while.”

“Yes!” Laura shouted, before standing up and announcing to the entire office, “attention please, everyone, attention please! Naomi will be joining us tonight at happy hour! I repeat, Naomi will be joining us tonight at happy hour!”

Every employee clapped and yelled exaggerated cheers.

Naomi’s alabaster skin immediately flushed, but she laughed.

A few minutes after Laura’s announcement, Max came over and sat down next to her. Her heart immediately began to race. She adored Max. He was just a few years older than Naomi, but he was worldly and sophisticated. He was the company’s copywriter and had also published several short stories, which Naomi read again and again. Max was always giving her books — many of which Chad deemed “inappropriate” — to read.

Often, when out for a walk by herself or when soaking in a bubble bath, she fantasized about a life with Max.

Max was just over six-feet tall with light brown hair and blue eyes and kept himself in shape with daily runs and weekend ultimate frisbee games. He made Naomi laugh but he also made her sad — not because of anything he’d done — but because he represented a different kind of like that she could have had if she’d made other choices.

For Naomi, Max was everything Chad wasn’t.

“I’m really glad you’re coming tonight,” Max said to her. “We always go to Heart’s Tavern, on Elm, do you know it?”

“I do,” she said, “I drive by it quite a bit, but I’ve never been in it.”

“Great,” Max said. “The parking lot is really small, but I live just three blocks away, on Dunwoody, so everyone parks in my driveway or on the street right in front of my house. You should too.”

“Thank you, I will,” Naomi said, smile beaming. She felt the pleasurable squirm between her thighs that always came when Max was speaking to her.

As with most offices on Fridays, very little work was done that afternoon. Instead, people goofed off, tossing a foam football around, and showing each other funny clips on YouTube.

When it was time to lock up and head out, everyone excitedly headed for the door.

Laura was riding with Naomi because her boyfriend was meeting them at the bar and Naomi was glad to have someone to help her find Max’s place and the bar.

Max’s place was only a few minutes from the office and when she pulled up to the curb in front of the house, Naomi was impressed. He’d purchased it a few years earlier from an elderly man who’d allowed it to fall into disrepair and immediately went to work remodeling it himself. Today, the house was beautiful. Not huge, not ostentatious, but charming and welcoming.

Naomi and Laura quickly made their way to the bar and found their colleagues. Tense at first, Naomi quickly loosened up and began having more fun than she’d had in years. Laura helped her pick out a pink drink that came with an umbrella. It was sweet and the alcohol made her feel just slightly woozy.

The group shared appetizers and challenged each other to darts and even went outside and used the bar’s horseshoe pit.

At nine, Naomi received a text from Chad: “Goodnight Naomi, sleep well.”

She didn’t bother replying.

At ten, Laura told everyone that she and her boyfriend had to leave because they had to be up early the next morning to attend her cousin’s wedding. From there, the group slowly thinned until it was just Naomi and Max.

“I’m really glad you came,” Max said.

“Me too,” Naomi said. “I probably should have a long time ago.”

They sat and chatted for several minutes. They talked about work, books, movies. The conversation came easy and, to Naomi, seemed completely natural.

“I really love your house,” she said to Max.

“Thanks! It’s been a lot of work, but I actually finished the basement last weekend, so I’m all done.”

“Does the inside look as good as the outside?” Naomi said.

“I think so … I hope so,” Max responded, laughing. “Want to see for yourself?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said.

They made the short walk to Max’s house, and he let her in the front door. The tour began in the basement, which Max had turned into a movie theater and bar. Naomi knew Max loved movies and was impressed by the theater.

He showed her the master bedroom and bathroom, the impressive kitchen, and his library which doubled as his writing room. Three of the four walls were built-in bookshelves. From there they headed into the living room and Max turned on the fireplace before retreating into the kitchen and coming back with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

He poured her a glass and she curled her legs underneath her in the chair and took a sip. Max sat in the chair next to her and they once again dropped into an easy and warm conversation.

After two glasses of wine, Naomi felt more relaxed and content than she ever had. She felt like an adult. An adult with real friends and real interests.

“Oh, I should show you one more thing, come on,” Max said, heading to the back door, opening it, and disappearing into the dark.

Naomi followed him and came through the doorway just as Max turned the lights on. She saw a hot tub. Max turned on the jets and at the same time blue LED lights came to life under the water.

“I just installed it myself,” Max said. “I’ve always wanted one. I spent less than I thought I would on the basement, so I was able to get this.”

Naomi walked over and put her hand in the water. It felt luxurious. “This is wonderful, too bad I didn’t bring a suit.”

“Privacy fence,” Max said, pointing. “I built that so nobody could see in. I don’t like using a suit every time I go in.”

Naomi giggled softly. “Well, you’re braver than I am. I’m afraid I’d have to wear a swimsuit in front of you.”

But God, she thought to herself, I would love to be in that water with you, Max.

Max stepped closer to her. She could feel his warmth and her pulse quickened.

“How about this,” Max said, “I go in the house and get some more wine, and you undress and get in the water before I get back. With the bubbles, I won’t see you naked.”

A small part of Naomi wanted to say yes, but all the other parts said no. She was married. What would Chad say? The idea of Chad doing something as fun as building a theater in the basement or installing a hot tub on the back patio was laughable.

Max stepped forward and put his hand on her back. His touch felt incredible, and a wave of desire rushed up her thighs and into her pussy. Her nipples went from soft to hard almost instantly. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “It’s just you and me here. Our secret.”

Naomi stood silently for a few seconds before saying, “Okay.”

Max headed toward the door, “I’ll give you a few minutes and then I’ll be back with that wine.”

Naomi took a step toward the hot tub and looked around. Because of how Max had built the fence, none of the nearby houses could see the hot tub. He’d created a completely private spot. She took a deep breath and pulled her sweater off and then the T-shirt under that. She could feel her nipples practically knifing through the satin of her bra.

She then took her jeans off. Naomi couldn’t quite explain what was happening. Here she was, standing in her bra and panties in her hot co-worker’s backyard. Her husband was 1,000 miles away and completely unaware. What had come over her? She didn’t care. She was happy.

She quickly removed her bra and her pink, cotton panties, and got into the water. Only her head was visible.

Max came out with a bottle of wine and poured her another glass.

“I have to drive home at some point,” Naomi said.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Max replied.

Naomi was grateful that the lighting around the hot tub was dim enough that Max couldn’t see her blush.

“May I join you?” he said.

“Please do,” Naomi said.

Max stood in the middle of the patio, allowing Naomi to see all of him, and began to undress. She felt more and more agony between her legs with each item of clothing he took off. Finally, his boxers were all that remained.

After he removed them, Naomi could see his soft, thick cock hanging between his legs. She gasped, but not loudly enough to be heard over the hot tub’s jets. Max’s cock dwarfed Chad’s.

Once Max was in the water, they drank their wine and fell back into conversation. Naomi forgot she was naked, and that Max was naked. She enjoyed talking to him and felt completely at ease.

During a pause in the conversation, Max slid closer to her. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to spend more time with you.”

“Really?” she said. “I had no idea.”

Max put his hand on her knee, and she felt delirious but then, just as quickly, conflicted.

“I can’t,” she said. “I’m married.”

“Is he here?” Max said.

“That’s not the point,” Naomi said.

“Are you happy?” Max said.

Naomi didn’t have an answer which was all the answer Max needed. He leaned in and kissed her. Naomi tried to resist the urge but once Max’s tongue found its way into her mouth, she knew it was over. She relented and melted into his kiss.

Her tongue found his and Max wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. The kissing continued, passionately, as he explored her body with his hands. He cupped her small breasts in his hands and played with her nipples. She moaned.

He worked his hands behind her and took one of her small, firm ass cheeks in each of his hands and squeezed. She sighed.

Then he found her clit. He began kissing her neck and clavicles as he worked her clit in a circle. Naomi thought to herself that this must be what it feels like to be electrocuted.

“Nobody’s touched that before,” she said.

Max stopped kissing her but kept rubbing her clit. “Nobody’s played with your pussy before?” he asked. “Not even your husband?”

“No, no one,” she said, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

She knew from others in the office that Max wasn’t someone who slept around or tried to get into the pants of every girl who crossed his path, but she knew he dated regularly, and her lack of experience made her feel like a child.

“That’s okay,” Max said, kissing her forehead sweetly. “Has anyone ever licked your pussy? You know, gone down on you?”

Naomi felt even more embarrassed, “No,” she said and deciding to get it all out in the open, added, “I’d never kissed anyone before Chad. I was a virgin on my wedding night. I’ve never had or given oral sex. The only position I’ve done is missionary. We have sex twice a week and it lasts for less than a minute.”

Max was clearly taken aback, but quickly said, “I want you to spend the weekend here with me. We can worry about what comes next on Monday. But this weekend is for you. I want to do everything that a man should do to a woman.”

Naomi felt herself choking up. She was relieved and scared. She wanted to stay and knew she would, but she didn’t know what to say. But she didn’t need to say anything.

Max kissed her again and every worry evaporated from her mind. She kissed him back as he began exploring her again. He took her hand and moved it onto his cock, which was now completely hard.

Touching it was incredible and she immediately began picturing him sliding it into her pussy.

“Why don’t we go inside now?” Max said.

Naomi smiled and nodded her head yes.

Max got out of the hot tub first and extended his hand to Naomi, who took it and got out, nakedness on full display, wanting — craving — Max to see her body.

He grabbed a towel and led her into the living room where he stood her in front of the fire and slowly and lovingly dried her off.

“Your body is gorgeous, and I love this,” he said, rubbing his fingers through her full red bush.

He then picked her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom. Setting her down gently, he crawled next to her. It occurred to Naomi in that moment that Max had shown her more affection and attention in a half hour than Chad had during their entire marriage.

“Every fantasy, every desire … everything you’ve ever wanted is going to happen this weekend,” Max said as he kissed her. “You only need to do one thing for me.”

“What?” Naomi said.

“You just need to let yourself go, don’t think or worry, just enjoy yourself.”

“I think I can do that,” she said.

With that, Max began kissing down her chest, pausing to suck and lick each of her pink nipples, she whimpered and ran her fingers through Max’s hair. He kissed her flat, pale tummy for several seconds before maneuvering himself lower.

He ran the tip of his nose through Naomi’s thick, ginger bush and kissed her through the hair. And then he did it. He began licking her pussy, slowly and softly, up and down. Her body bucked, as if in a spasm. She couldn’t believe that anything could feel so good.

She was 28 years old and was finally having her pussy licked, something she’d fantasized about since she was 14. After getting married she’d thought Chad would go down on her, but he never did. Now she wasn’t even sure he’d know how.

Once, while Chad was out, she went to a porn site to find a video of a woman getting oral and she’d watched for about five seconds before chickening out and closing her incognito tab.

But she wasn’t chickening out this time because she was in ecstasy. Max was sucking on her clit and gently fingering her pussy. While sucking on her clit, he flicked his tongue over it, forcing Naomi to utter a sustained “ohhhhhh.”

Finally, Max began rubbing her clit again while working his tongue up and down her slit. “I love the way you taste,” he said.

He worked his tongue inside her pussy, exploring her, before returning his tongue to the most sensitive part of her pussy. Naomi knew she was wet enough that she was soaking the sheet. After another minute, she felt something big and unexplainable building inside her. It grew and grew until it overwhelmed her. Her pussy exploded and she shook, a cascade of pleasure ran down the entire length of her body.

Max stopped licking and took her into his arms and held her tightly as she continued to shake. “I don’t … I can’t …”

Max kissed her cheek softly. “You had an orgasm,” he said.

They remained there together, enjoying the warmth, and kissing gently.

“Am I a bad person?” Naomi said.

“What does that even mean?”

“I’m married … I made a vow, a promise,” she said.

“So did he,” Max said. “Does he take care of you? Take care of your needs?”

“No,” she said. “I don’t think he really wanted to be married. It’s just something he thought he was supposed to do, probably.”

“That’s not enough,” Max said. “I’ve had a crush on you for so long, since like your second week at work.”

“I had no idea,” Naomi said … “I’ve had a crush on you, too.”

They went back to kissing and Naomi could feel Max’s cock brushing against her.

“Can I give you a blow job?” she said.

“This weekend is about you,” Max said.

“I want to … I never have.”

Max looked at her and said, “I want to do whatever you want to do.”

“Let me,” she said.

Max got on his back and Naomi maneuvered herself down to his cock and took it in her hand. It was huge. Long, thick, and warm. She wasn’t sure what to do. She’d once tried to give Chad a blow job, but he immediately rebuffed her.

She licked Max’s cock up and down, which, based on his noises, she could tell he liked. She then wrapped her lips around the head. It made her mouth feel full. She worked her mouth down onto more of it.

So far, so good, she thought.

“Is this right?” she said.

“It’s very right, you’re a natural,” Max said.

She liked that.

“Should I go up and down?”

“Yes,” Max said.

Naomi knew that teeth weren’t part of the equation, so she was careful to only use her lips and tongue. She was quickly getting the hang of it. She felt the head go down her throat a bit and froze, panicking just slightly at the loss of breath. But she realized she could handle it. She let more head slide down her throat and could feel her eyes water. Her soft choking and slurping noises seemed to be turning Max on.

“I’m close,” Max said. “Are you okay if I cum in your mouth?”

“Yes,” Naomi said, and a second later Max was blasting cum into her mouth. Naomi’s eyes bulged and some cum escaped out the sides of her lips, but most remained in her mouth. Her natural inclination was to swallow, so she did. The taste and texture weren’t unpleasant.

“That was your first blow job?” Max said.

“It was,” she said.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that it was,” Max said.

“There was a lot of sexual frustration tied up in it,” she said, before putting Max’s cock back into her mouth.

“Whoa!” Max said and Naomi giggled.

She gently sucked and licked until he was hard in her mouth again. She loved the feeling of control and giving pleasure. This time, she focused on the head and tip while gently stroking and caressing the rest of the shaft with her hand. She happily swallowed Max’s pre-cum.

“I’m about to cum again,” Max said.

“Can I watch this time?” she said.

Max smiled and told Naomi to get on her back. He got on his knees and began stroking his cock. Naomi thought it was the single hottest thing she’d ever seen, until … Max groaned and began shooting his cum. Naomi took it all in with her green eyes. She felt the cum hit her stomach and breasts. She used an index finger to scoop some off her right nipple and licked it off.

Max collapsed next to her. Naomi just stared at him. What a happy thing, she thought to herself, to discover a man who found her beautiful, who actually cared about her pleasure and happiness.

His eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn’t asleep. She played with his hair and softly stroked his body with her fingers.

“Can I fall asleep with you tonight?” she said.

“You’d better,” he said, smiling.

“But not just yet,” she said.

“No?” he said.

She took his cock back into her hand, “Nope.”

Naomi played with Max’s cock until he was hard again. “Will you go inside me?” she said.

“You know I will.”

He gently pushed her onto her stomach and got on top of her. He leaned down and nibbled both her earlobes. Then, beginning at the top of her neck, he kissed all the way down her back, following her spinal column. He kissed and gently bit her hips. He sucked on all ten of her toes, which made her wet while also making her laugh uncontrollably.

She’d never felt so alive and so valued.

Using her hips, Max lifted her lower half into the air. Her head remained on the pillow. She knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait. Max lined his cock up against her wet and ready cunt and slowly and carefully filled her.

“Tell me right away if it’s uncomfortable,” he said.

“I will, it’s great so far.”

Gently, he pushed forward until his entire cock was buried inside her.

Naomi couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Her pussy was being stretched out in ways she didn’t think were physically possible. Max’s cock was twice the size of Chad’s. She was in pure lust as she felt her eager pussy adjusting to what was inside her.

Once Max could tell she was used to the size, he began using her hips to push her forward and back on his cock, which was now covered in her white wetness. Naomi’s breathing became deeper, and her moans became louder and bolder, as Max picked up the pace.

Max’s cock was finding places in Naomi’s pussy that she didn’t even know were there. She felt like she was losing her virginity, that what she and Chad had done, barely counted.

Sex with Chad had never lasted more than a minute. He did his seven pumps and that was that. But Max had been fucking her for several minutes when she felt that same something building again inside her. She gave up. She closed her eyes. She stopped breathing. She stopped thinking. The thing that was building inside her could have her.

And have her it did. Wetness gushed inside her pussy and her body spasmed. She loudly screamed into the pillow and began to cry. Max put a hand on her back and began rubbing.

“Another orgasm,” he said. “Do you feel okay?”

“I feel amazing … I feel” … she began crying again … “I just didn’t” … “I feel …”

“I understand,” he said. “Are you sore?”

“Just a little.”

“I should stop now,” he said.

“No, no! I’m okay … I need you to go inside me, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“You won’t, I promise.”

Max put her on her side and got behind her. He showered her neck with deep, full kisses as he softly thrust in and out of her.

Naomi put her hand on his forearm that was wrapped around her and said, “Oh, Max.”

He unloaded inside her. Naomi could feel shot after shot of cum filling her. She had never felt safer or happier. In two hours, her sex life had exploded, and she had no intention of letting this be a one-time thing.

She knew Max was so much more than what she’d settled for. She knew he had so much more to teach her and offer her.

She knew — absolutely knew — that she deserved Max.

“This house is big enough for two people,” Max said.

She smiled and wiggled against him, and he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her tightly against him.

“Let’s have a long adventure together,” she said. “I finally know where I’m supposed to be.”