"First thing this morning. Now, don't misunderstand me. I'm not looking to jump the bones of every hot guy I meet. But I can celebrate with one, right? Doesn't that sound reasonable?"

"It sounds very reasonable."

"What's on your agenda for today?"

"Nothing I can't cancel."

"Do you have to go into work?"

"Not for a couple of hours."

"What if I wanted more than a couple of hours of your time?"

"I'm the manager. I'll let one of my employees know that I'll be late."

"You should do that."

Travis sent a quick text to Marco, the head chef. Marco responded right away, saying that it was no problem.

"We're all set," he said.

"That was easy."

"It's good to be the boss."

"Would you like to get out of here, or would you like to finish your coffee first?"

"It's already in a to-go cup. I don't live that far from here, and I don't have roommates or anything."

"House or apartment?"

"Apartment."

"Let's go to my house. Like I said, it's been a really long time. I expect to be loud."

* * *

Travis lay naked on his back, hands on Veronica's fantastic breasts. She wasn't kidding about the noise level. She was riding him like she was trying to crush him into the mattress. He had several bite marks on his chest and shoulders, and he didn't think they'd fade right away.

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. This was like something out of a porno flick. Travis masturbated a lot on any given day—though never at work, of course—and this would have a place of honor when it was time to conjure up memories.

He'd been doing a remarkable job, endurance-wise. Once the clothes started coming off he'd been a little nervous about that, because she was horny and aggressive and he kind of got the sense that if he came before she was satisfied, she might cut his dick off. But keeping himself away from the brink hadn't been an issue, and unless she was faking it, she'd already come several times.

She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. "I'm getting a cramp in my leg," she informed him.

"Want me to finish?"

"Yes, please."

That was all the invitation he needed. A few seconds later he climaxed with a loud moan. Veronica climbed off him and got off the bed. "Gonna walk it off," she said. "I'll get us some drinks. You can clean up for round two."

* * *

Vivian did not feel guilty about having sex with Travis. She had enjoyed every second of it. He was bigger than Ken, his penis wasn't crooked, and he was more attentive, although that last part could be attributed to this being the first time he'd seen her naked. On the "deceiving one's spouse" scorecard, Ken was still far ahead.