“It’s wrong,” he protested, but I could tell from his quickening breath and the way his eyes were going a little wider that even he didn’t really believe that.

And I knew it was wrong, but only believed it to a point. It was a violation of my vow. It was cheating, in the strictest sense of the word. But I wasn’t lying when I said I was a woman with needs that weren’t being met.

It had been months since I’d been fucked, and in those months I’d done nothing but tease. All those trips out to stores. All that time in my yard. All those times I’d watched and strutted about like a peacock on display.

I deserved a reward for my shows. Like a cat hunting a toy I needed that final kill to get my satisfaction otherwise I’d constantly be in hunt mode. I needed to fuck and I needed to be watched while I did it.

And he was handsome and hard for me. He was a man that all the neighbors hated and all the women secretly wanted, secretly fantasized about.

And best of all right here, out in the open as we were, was in full view of the apartment windows.

“You’re married,” he said, but his words were a clarification more than they were a protest.

“Yes,” I told him, “I am.”

“It would be cheating,” he went on, but he didn’t stop me from stepping into him and his cock was throbbing for me by now.

“It would,” I said, “And it would be so wrong while it felt so right.”

I had to hop up onto the tips of my toes to kiss him, to press my lips so quick against his. I could feel the power in him beneath my hands and beneath his skin. All of those hard muscles of his were tense, aching for me to satisfy him.

And I’ll say this, no one had been lying. What started as a quick kiss quickly turned into the most passionate one I’d ever felt before and all of it was due to the intensity of our bodies.

In this new world, everything was dialed up to eleven. It was like a lightning shock to my system, simultaneous relief and a desire for more, a hunger that thrummed through me and ached deep in my belly as I pressed into him and he closed the gap between our heights by dragging me up into his arms and spinning me around to pin me against the car.

Whatever hesitation we had, whatever knowledge of the shame of our transgressions, had given way to a hunger that we’d both felt for a long time. Him for me, for his beautiful blonde exhibitionist neighbor. Me just for any warm body that wanted me.

I’d never done anything like this before, never before thrown myself at a man just to satisfy a desire. Sex had always been more than physical to me, had always been an expression of deeper feelings. It had been about proving my love, my deep and abiding affection, whether for my husband or for the boyfriends who had come before.

But this man? I felt nothing for him but animalistic lust. Primal and intense and needy, it rose within me like a roaring tide. Rushing through me like a storm as I let him pin me against the side of my car while I wrapped my legs around his hard middle.