I was soaked before Cedrick even walked through the door.

My husband Jimmy had left for his week-long business trip only three hours ago, and I was already putting my filthy plan into motion. For months I had been craving his son — my stepson — Cedrick. The boy was everything his father wasn’t. At twenty-four, Cedrick was tall, brutally muscular, with broad shoulders, thick arms, and the kind of cock-bulge in his gym shorts that made my married pussy throb every time I saw it. He was easily twenty years younger than me, strong, virile, and hung like a fucking horse. Jimmy could barely get it up twice a...