Cheating Aimee

Aimee never thought she'd miss the old days this much. Back in high school every boy wanted her, and she could pick and choose. Now there's a ring on her finger and dinner to cook, and the attention has gone cold. Seth is different. Younger, hungrier, quick to make her feel eighteen again. Tonight the bathroom door clicks shut and she's on her knees before he can speak. She opens his jeans, takes him deep, and works her mouth with the slow certainty of a woman who knows exactly how good she is. Saliva runs down her fingers as she strokes the shaft, tongue swirling on every pull. Seth braces against the sink, breathing hard, while Aimee hums low around him, eyes shining with the thrill of being the girl who still gets the boys. The sound of her mouth grows wetter, steadier, until he shudders and fills her throat. She swallows without breaking rhythm, then stands, fixes her lipstick, and leaves him catching his breath. For weeks he'll tell his friends about the married blonde who made him forget his own name in a stranger's bathroom.