Eye Candy by Frederick Germaine

door hinge. It was in this position I stroked her harder than ever and both of our pelvises met.
    “That’s what I want!”
    “Are you sure, Tiffany?”
    “Hell yeah, fuck me you married mother fucker!”
    For the next fifteen minutes, I kept her in that position stroking and pounding every inch of me into what seemed to be an endless pit. My adrenaline was racing throughout my body and I was sweating profusely. I kept her in the same position and moved backwards from the door. Her legs still dangling from my forearms, I found the sofa next to the large windows in the living room. I sat back while she rode me and she finally came.
    “Come on and follow me,” she said rising off my erected dick, standing up, and not wanting to take a break.
    I obeyed her directions and stood up taking off my heavily sweat soaked shirt. Then, I removed my pants and boxers which were still around my ankles. After that, I ripped the remaining dress off of her.
    She grabbed my hand and led me onto the balcony. The April night air was balmy and cool but our hot bodies didn’t care. Next to Tiffany’s gorgeous body the view of downtown Atlanta was spectacular.
    “Now, fuck me in my ass like I love it,” she ordered while carefully bending over the balcony railing.
    Within seconds my dick had penetrated the walls of her anal cavity and was flowing freely into her. As our bodies clapped together, I grabbed the back of her long hair and pulled her head up. She would have no choice but to observe the city landscape while I was in her.
    “Now give it to me more,” I said in a controlling voice.
    “Hell yeah, Aaron, fuck me like that!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
    Her arrogance and screams turned me on even more. I penetrated deeper.
    “Is that deep enough for you?”
    “Deeper dammit!”
    “So you really want me to fuck you harder, huh?”
    “Uh huh,” she cried out in her sexy voice.
    “Okay, take your right leg and extend it onto the railing.”
    She complied and it was at this position where our sexual performance peaked out. In and out I entered her while bending over stimulating her clit with my hand. I stroked harder and harder until I was almost there.
    “I’m about to come,” I growled out
    “Yes, Aaron, I’m almost there too.”
    “Here it is!”
    “Oh, your throbbing dick feels so good inside me. I’m coming with you.”
    When our sexual escapade was over, she led me back inside but this time to her bedroom. We quietly immersed ourselves under the covers. Regrettably, I had done something I thought would never happen in a million years. I failed to remain faithful to my wife. To make matters worse, I validated Sebastian’s five-year itch theory.

CHAPTER 10
    Monday morning had arrived and it was back to the grind at Donaldson and Bradshaw as usual. Only this time, I had to deal with the thoughts of my transgressions with Tiffany which occurred on Friday night. As I took my morning stroll past Jane’s desk, I spoke before she had an opportunity to.
    “Good morning, Jane,” I said while standing in front of her desk.
    “Good morning to you, Mr. Malone,” she replied cordially. “How was your weekend?”
    “It was good. And yours?”
    “It was delightful as usual, Mr. Malone.”
    “Well, that’s great, Jane. Any messages for me this morning?”
    “No, not one.”
    “That’s odd, especially for a Monday morning. Well, I’m off to my office to get some work done.”
    “Oh, Mr. Malone, there was an early delivery for you this morning.”
    “There was a delivery for me?”
    “Yes, a courier service arrived with fresh flowers addressed to you. They had special instructions to only place them on your desk. Of course, I signed for the delivery.”
    “Who would send me flowers?”
    “They were actually a dozen red roses in a vase with a note attached. I assumed they were from your wife.”
    “My wife?” I stated with a perplexed look.
    “Yes, Mr. Malone. Maybe since you are always sending her