Sheriff Tom Carson continued to struggle with the lust Sara (his son's girlfriend) had awoken inside him. Until two months ago, he was a loyal husband and father. He had never cheated on his wife and wasn't even tempted. But since his brief but passionate affair with his son's girlfriend, lust consumed him. He carried out a month-and-a-half-long affair with his daughter's friend, Emma. She had left for college two weeks ago. Now, his lust searched for a new outlet.

No matter how much Tom wanted to return to being a loyal husband, he couldn't put his lust back in Pandora's box. He tried to focus it on his wife, Carol. She enjoyed the constant attention and renewed sexual spark in their relationship for a while, but the novelty began to fade. On top of that, she injured her back after a passionate round of sex on their dining room table a week ago. Tom's passion led to the table collapsing with Carol on top. She could barely walk and had no interest in sex.

Now, wherever he went, his mind evaluated every woman by her physical attractiveness and sexual availability. Their bodies were studied part by part. Their clothing was assessed for how quickly it could be removed or ripped off. Every smile and glance was evaluated as a potential invitation. No one was excluded. He lusted after his female colleagues, his male colleagues' wives, his daughter's friends, his wife's friends, the female members of their church, and total strangers.

It consumed Tom's every thought, and he hated it. He didn't want to be this person. He wanted to be Carol's trustworthy husband, Candice & Carl's loving father, the county's honest sheriff, and a decent man. He was all those things until two months ago.

This weighed on Tom as he got ready for work. He took his time as he shaved and dressed in his bathroom. He savored moments of isolation since they were the times when his lust was most under control. The sudden ringing on his phone spoiled the moment.

The caller ID identified Alexis Watson, his wife's friend, as the caller. It was unusual for her to call Tom, especially at 7:40 AM on a Monday. They didn't have a particularly close relationship, which concerned Tom. Something serious must have happened.

He answered. Before he could say "Hello," Alexis frantically explained the situation.

"Tom, someone's broken into the cafe. They broke a window. They stole my new equipment and trashed the place. Please, come quick," she trailed off and sobbed quietly.

Tom shifted into Sheriff mode. "Alexis, are you safe? Is anyone else there?"

"Yes, I'm alone. The burglar isn't here anymore."

"Ok, go outside. Don't touch anything. I'll be there in ten minutes," he said as he walked out the door.

Alexis owned a yoga studio and the cafe next door. That is how his wife met her ten years ago. She and her husband couldn't have children, so her businesses became her primary focus. She opened the yoga studio when she was twenty-eight years old. After a few lean years, she had turned it into a thriving business. A year ago, she bought the shop next door and turned it into a healthy smoothie/bakery/cafe, hoping that most of her yoga clients would grab a treat after working out.

Tom pulled into the parking lot. It was empty except for Alexis. The studio and cafe were closed on Mondays. As he pulled in, his eyes went to Alexis. She was facing away from Tom, staring at the studio. Tom's lust honed in on her toned ass, perfectly highlighted by her tight yoga pants. He noticed the little heart-shaped gap between her thighs and pussy. Her dark hair was in a high ponytail. He noticed how her razorback top left her shoulders and the small of her back exposed. Her skin was a beautiful tanned brown from her half-Filipina heritage. Tom tried to stifle those thoughts. He was here as a law enforcement officer helping a person in distress, or he was supposed to be.

When Alexis heard Tom's car pull into the parking lot, she turned at the waist and looked over her shoulder, flashing her big brown eyes. Tom noticed how the way she twisted made her waist look slender, contrasting with her ample breasts. She gave Tom a relieved smile but was clearly upset. Tom's lust smelled an opportunity. Tom's sense of self cringed at the thought.

Tom got out of his squad car. Alexis hugged him and buried her head in his chest. He felt her breasts pressed against his stomach. His arms wrapped around her petite body. He rubbed her back comfortingly. He noted how soft and smooth her skin felt against his rough hands. His lust cataloged every inch of her body.

"Tom, thank god you're here. I can't believe it. I've worked so hard, and for what?! So some punks could break in and ruin everything?!" she ranted on the verge of tears as she led him toward the door.

"Alexis, let's try to remain calm. Things can be replaced. The fact that you're safe is the most important thing," he said, taking the opportunity to rub her toned shoulder. "Tell me what happened this morning."

"So I showed up around 7:30. We had a bunch of equipment delivered last week. I was going to unpack it and set it up."

"What type of equipment?" Tom asked.

"A new espresso machine, a couple of blenders, a mini-fridge for canned drinks, and, ironically, two security cameras."

"That's a bad break."

"Tell me about it. When I got here, I noticed the window was broken and the door was open. I guess the thieves broke the window, then reached around and unlocked the door from the inside."

Tom squatted down and examined the window. It was a long pane of glass that ran parallel to the door. It was broken right next to the door handle. He noticed shards of glass on the ground outside and carefully avoided them. It appeared as though there were some chips of black paint mixed in with them. He put on rubber gloves and opened the door. He took in the scene inside: chairs toppled over, paintings lying on the floor, a smashed napkin holder on the floor, and napkins scattered everywhere. A basket of gluten-free biscotti had been tossed from the register to the middle of the room. The equipment behind the counter appeared untouched.

Tom carefully walked around the debris. There were some stale pastries smashed on the ground behind the counter. The cash drawer on the register was open and empty. He made his way to the small hallway that ran to the back of the shop. A table was knocked over.

He opened the door to the office. It appeared to be untouched. The safe under the desk was closed and didn't appear to have been tampered with. He noticed some return labels in the garbage. There was a file folder marked insurance sitting on the desk.

"Is there anything missing from here?" Tom asked.

"No, I don't think so. Everything looks how it did when I left yesterday," Alexis said as she looked around the office.

"Did they get into the studio next door?"

"I haven't checked yet," answered Alexis as she left the office. Tom opened the insurance folder. Her policy was paid in full three months ago and ran for another three months. Tom had assumed she'd have her insurance paid up. He knew Alexis was a responsible business owner.

Tom followed Alexis to the door that connected the cafe directly to the studio. She had installed that door a few months ago to encourage yoga clients to go straight from one business to the other.

They looked around the yoga studio. It appeared to be untouched. Yoga mats neatly sitting in storage tubs. Other yoga equipment was organized on shelves. The stereo was in one corner, with speakers in each corner.

Tom returned to the cafe. Walking to the front door, he noticed a kettlebell with chipped paint on the floor.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the kettlebell.

"It's an old kettlebell. We use it as a doorstop when the weather's nice."

Tom uprighted a chair off the floor. "Have a seat," he said tersely as he removed his gloves.

"I've got good news and bad news for you," Tom stated with a grimace on his face. Alexis warily sat down as she struggled to decipher his expression.

"Good news: I already have a suspect," Tom said with a scowl.

"Wow, that's impressive police work," Alexis said, feigning excitement but still uneasy about Tom's mood.

"Bad news: the suspect is sitting in front of me," Tom said, his face flushed with anger, his voice tight. The veins in his neck bulged.

Alexis's face fell. She just looked down, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"What do you mean? Why would you say that?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Look, the glass from the broken window is outside, meaning it was broken from the inside; I suspect using that kettlebell. Had a thief broken it from the outside, the glass would be inside the building. Second, what's with the mess? You expect me to believe a thief took the time to take paintings off the wall, topple chairs, smash up baked goods, and a napkin holder? To what end? Why risk making noise and getting caught? Thieves are in and out as fast as they can. They grab the valuables and get out."

Tom paced back and forth, getting madder and madder.

"Also, everything that was destroyed was cheap, and the mess is easy to clean up like it was done by a person concerned about the cost of the items and cleaning them up. Thieves wouldn't care about that. If someone were going to trash the place, they'd have had some fun breaking the expensive kitchen equipment behind the counter.

Next, the cash register is completely cleaned out. Thieves don’t waste time grabbing pennies. Next, any thief worth their salt would have pried open the safe in the office. Next, you left the return slips for the stolen equipment in the trash. So I am assuming you returned it all in the hopes that insurance would reimburse you, and you'd get the refund from the supplier. Finally, you left your insurance policy out in the office. I am betting if I go back there and open it, it will be creased to the page that says what the items the policy does and does not cover."

The bravado that had filled Alexis moments before evaporated. Her shoulders rounded, and she looked away, a small sob escaping her lips. Tom’s words hung in the air, each one a damning piece of evidence she couldn’t refute. There was no point in pretending any longer.

"Why did you do it, Lex?" Tom asked exasperatedly.

"What do you mean 'why?' For the money. The cafe is barely breaking even. If I don't do something, I won't be able to make rent in a few months," she explained.

"Wait, if the cafe is breaking even and the yoga studio is presumably making a profit, why don't you have rent money?"

"It's Max. He won't stop gambling. He can't stop. He loses money faster than I can make it. He got into my work account and transferred money to his FanDuel and lost it before I noticed," she sobbed. Max was her husband of 15 years.

"So why call me? You could have called 911 and gotten some random cop. Why involve me?" He fumed.

"I thought because you knew me, you'd take me at my word. Not really investigate it. It was stupid, but I was desperate," she pleaded.

"You're right. That is pretty stupid. A beat cop would have taken your statement and filed a report. You called a career investigator," he fumed.

Alexis rose and took a step towards him. Tom instinctively retreated, putting more distance between them. He wasn't sure he trusted himself anymore around her. He needed to stay angry. Maybe anger could hold back... everything else.

Her eyes welled with tears as she looked up at Tom, her face a mask of desperation and distress. Her lower lip trembled, and she struggled to speak. He looked down at her, a flicker of pity warring with something else entirely. His gaze drifted lower, lingering for a moment on the swell of her breasts beneath her sports bra.

"Tom, please," she begged, her voice thick with emotion. "What can I do? People are counting on me. Their jobs... everything depends on me fixing this. I'll do anything."

The words were like kindling to the fire already burning within him. A beautiful, desperate woman, pleading at his feet... the image was potent. She trembled before him, vulnerable, as he towered over her.

"There's nothing I can do," he managed to say, the words a lie even as he spoke them.

She took a step closer, her hands resting lightly on his chest. He felt himself hardening.

"Please," she whispered. "There has to be something. Please!"

She batted her eyes, or maybe she just blinked away tears. Tom wouldn't let himself believe she was suggesting what he hoped she was suggesting. It must be the lust clouding his mind.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, the words forced through gritted teeth as his conscience wrestled with his desire. He struggled to pull his gaze from her heaving chest and meet her eyes.

"You could just walk away," she said quickly, breathlessly. "I'll call the police, get a beat cop who won't look too closely. I can fix what you said I did wrong. You have to let me save the cafe."

Alexis spoke a mile a minute, her words tumbling over each other. She was frantic, driven not by self-preservation, but by the weight of responsibility for her employees. If the cafe closed, eight people would be jobless in a county where opportunities were scarce. She needed to make Tom understand what was right for them, not just what was right for the insurance company.

"I'm already here. I know what you've done. I'm a good cop and an honest man." He was trying to convince himself that that was still true.

"But maybe you don't have to be. Not today," she begged, looking up with big brown eyes, welling up with tears. She clutched his uniform shirt.

It was too much for Tom: Alexis's body against his, her beautiful pleading eyes, her incredible body on full display. His demeanor shifted. Dr. Jekyll gave way to Mr. Hyde. His eyes flared with lust. His large hands gripped her upper arms and shook her, then pulled her tight to his body. Alexis's eyes widened with surprise and confusion.

"So you want to see what a dishonest man would do in this situation?!" he barked at her.

She whimpered, trying to pull away, but his grip was too strong. Tom's sudden transformation terrified her. She'd never seen him like this. Carol had always commented on his remarkable self-control.

He pinned her arms to her sides and lifted her off her feet, kicking a chair out of the way. It skidded across the room and slammed against the wall. He carried her to the counter, roughly setting her down on it. She struggled against him, but it was futile. Her small whimpers only fueled his desire.

Alexis was truly frightened. This aggression was so unexpected. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching in her throat. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at him, wide-eyed and trapped, like a deer caught in headlights. Yet, a small, unsettling part of her stirred with a strange excitement at his rough handling.

She was a long-time devotee of romance novels, with a particular fondness for the bodice-rippers where a rogue or brute sweeps a woman away from the mundane and claims her as his own. And she was undeniably attracted to Tom. He was handsome, tall, and powerfully built—a stark contrast to Max, her 5'8" accountant husband. Max was quick with a joke and a charming smile, but Tom exuded a quiet, potent strength. She'd fantasized about him more than once, though never imagined those fantasies might cross over into reality. Seeing him transform into this imposing, almost primal version of himself was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Tom released her arms, slamming his hands on the counter on either side of her, effectively trapping her. He leaned over her, his presence a palpable threat. She instinctively placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but his solid frame remained unmoved.

"Tom, you need to calm down," she said, attempting an authoritative tone. "This has gone too far."

He lowered his head until they were nose to nose. "This goes exactly as far as I want it to go," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He held her gaze and all pretense of confidence drained from her face. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that she was at his mercy. A cruel, lustful smile spread across his face as he savored her fear. Alexis waited, a mix of terror and anticipation churning within her, for whatever he would do next.

Suddenly, he dipped his head and attacked her neck, his kisses hot and demanding. His hands moved to her back, pulling her tightly against him. Alexis beat at his chest with her fists, but the futile blows only served to bruise her knuckles.

She gasped a mix of surprise and something else in her voice. "Tom! Stop! I'm a married woman! Think about Carol! We can't do this!"

She whimpered as she struggled, but his kisses only grew more intense. He released one hand, tightening his grip on her with the other, while his free hand slid beneath her sports bra, roughly cupping her breast. Alexis moaned. Tom felt her nipple harden against his palm.

"Stop! Please stop!" she urged, the fear now laced with something else, something softer.

"Oh, Tom," she moaned, her pleas fading to a whisper. "Please stop."

Tom pulled his head back from her neck. A small, involuntary sigh escaped her lips, sounding almost like disappointment. He was nose to nose with her again.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he growled. "If you didn't want this, then why are your nipples erect?" He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. She moaned, her big brown eyes glazing over with lust.

"And why are your legs wrapped around me?"

She glanced down, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Her toned legs were indeed wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. She hadn't even realized she'd done it. She also noticed that her hands, which had been beating against his chest, were now caressing his muscles. Her mind screamed for this to stop, but her body, it seemed, had other ideas.

She could barely believe she was being aroused. She'd never cheated on her husband, despite the numerous offers she'd received. As a beautiful woman who spent most of her time in yoga pants and a sports bra, male attention was a constant. But she loved her husband completely, and he'd been a wonderful husband—until recently when his gambling spiraled out of control. It had become so consuming that, between his addiction and her worry, coupled with the demands of her businesses, they hadn't been intimate in months.

Tom released her, his hands leaving her skin. Maintaining eye contact, he lowered his head, his lips drawing closer to her breast until her engorged nipple was mere millimeters away.

"You can leave anytime you want," he murmured, a challenge in his voice.

She was speechless, her mouth slightly agape as she stared at him, breathing heavily with anticipation. After a tense, drawn-out pause, he finally took her nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply. She moaned loudly, her back arching instinctively, pushing her breasts out further. He nibbled and teased, flicking his tongue across her sensitive flesh.

Her mind was screaming at her to stop, to push him away and run. But her hands, acting independently, tangled in his thick brown hair, pulling him closer to her breast. Her body, starved for intimacy, craved attention, even if it came from her friend's husband.

"Tom, we have to stop," she moaned her words a weak protest. "We're both married. This is wrong." The words were there, but her tone betrayed her, revealing the pleasure she was experiencing.

Tom had fully given himself over to lust. His conscience knew it was too late. He was going to savor the opportunity to have sex with this woman he had been physically attracted to for years. Neither his marriage nor hers was going to give him pause.

Tom released her nipple from his mouth. His rough hand covered and squeezed her breast. Her breasts looked large on her petite frame, but they were small in the sheriff's large hands.

He raised his head to meet her gaze. She instinctively tilted her face up, anticipating a kiss. He held his lips tantalizingly close but didn't touch her.

"If you think this is wrong," he breathed, his voice a husky whisper, "if you want to stop, do it. Otherwise..." He moved his lips so close they brushed against hers, but still didn't kiss her. The choice had to be hers.

Alexis was in agony. Her brain was telling her to be a loyal wife. Her body was telling her to give in and kiss this hulking brute.  Let him please you, her body whispered, the way your husband hasn't in months. Memories surfaced of Carol's boasts about Tom's prowess in bed: the passion, the power, the control, the endurance. And, of course, all those hints about his... physical gifts.

The devil on her shoulder offered her excuses for her betrayal: Max stopped fulfilling his marital responsibilities in bed and as a provider/protector. If he gave her the same attention he gave gambling, her physical needs would have been met. If he hadn't stolen money from her account, she wouldn't have needed to fake a break-in. But her conscience knew his bad behavior couldn't absolve her of this level of betrayal.

Just one kiss, she reasoned. It would calm Tom down, and make him more reasonable. One kiss wasn't a major betrayal, especially considering she was doing it to save her business and her employees' livelihoods. It would get the lust out of her system, and clear her head. One kiss, and she'd stop. At least, that's what she told herself.

She leaned in and kissed Tom. It was like releasing a caged animal. Her hands moved over Tom's broad shoulders to his powerful neck muscles. She pulled him closer. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, a surge of unexpected passion igniting within her. Her legs tightened around his waist. She hadn't kissed Max like this in years. She was surprised by her own intensity.

Tom straightened his back, lifting Alexis off the counter as if she weighed nothing. One hand on her back held her tight while the other hand on her ass, supporting her weight. Alexis loved how small and light Tom made her feel.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, then traced the line of his neck, exploring the powerful muscles of his back. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth, the "one kiss" stretching into several minutes. The idea that a single kiss would quell her desire now seemed laughable as she became acutely aware of the throbbing need between her legs.

She told herself she could stop this at any time. She would stop soon. It just felt so good to be held in his arms, to be kissed with such raw passion. Being swept into a passionate embrace, carried by a 6'5" mountain of a man, made her feel more alive, more womanly than she had in years. Just one more minute wouldn't hurt.

Tom carried her to one of the long wooden communal tables in the cafe and gently laid Alexis on top. He broke their kiss, his gaze locking with hers. She looked up at him seductively. The kiss was officially over. Now was the time to say, "Stop." But no words came out as she panted, breathless anticipation.

Tom gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. He moved his lips to her ear, whispering, "I've wanted to do this for so long."

He continued his descent, kissing his way down her neck to the hollow of her throat. She sighed contentedly. Just a few more minutes, she told herself, and she'd make him stop. They hadn't done anything truly unforgivable yet. She'd put an end to it before they crossed that line. Just a few more minutes.

He kissed across her clavicle. Her sports bra got in his way. He grabbed it on either side and started to pull it up. Alexis lifted her head and back off the table, instinctively assisting him. She put her arms straight in the air so he could easily pull it off. He threw her bra across the room into the debris from the break-in.

Tom took a moment to take in the beautiful woman before him. Her long, dark, lustrous hair formed a wild mane around her head. Her caramel-toned lipstick was smeared around her full lips. Her big brown eyes were wild with desire. Her skin, a beautiful even shade of brown, glowed. Her ample breasts were slightly flattened as she lay on her back. They gently rose and fell as she caught her breath. Her abs were flat and nicely toned. Her slim waist gave way to her curvy hips. Her thick labia majora was apparent through her tight yoga pants. She was easily as beautiful as Sara and Emma, if not more.

Alexis looked up at Tom. His thick brown hair was tousled. His sharp blue eyes scanned her body. His mustache gave him a rough, masculine edge to his handsome face. His impressive 6'5'' frame was broad and well-muscled. His uniform was well-fitted. His tight pants outlined his hard cock, its size making Alexis gasp. She couldn't believe her eyes. She needed to see it.

Tom resumed his journey down her body. He kissed down her clavicle. He kissed down her sternum. His hand cupped her breasts from the sides and pushed them together. He traced the tip of his tongue around the bumps of her right areola. She sighed as her nipple became fully erect. Tom flicked her nipple with his tongue. He gently blew on her nipple, sending a shiver through her. He bit her nipple. She moaned loudly, arching her back.

Alexis was lost in a haze of pleasure. She hadn't realized how starved her body had been for touch. The thrill of a new lover, combined with Tom's expert ministrations, intensified her arousal. The way he was taking his time, lavishing attention on every inch of her, was intoxicating. His shifts from teasing to gentle to rough were thrilling. Her conscience was fading into the background, along with her resolve to stop.

Tom kissed down her body. He left her breasts and kissed along the edge of her rib cage. He kissed each of her abs. Alexis became aware of his ultimate destination. If he made it to her pussy, that was it. She would be undeniably cheating on her husband. She had to stop him. If he tried to take off her pants, she would say no, and that would end it.

Tom's hand grazed her through her pants. She could feel how wet she was. She whimpered. His touch felt so good, even through the layers of fabric. Max hadn't touched her intimately in months. But she had to say no. It was just a matter of forming the word.

Tom's lips arrived at the waistband of her yoga pants, just under her belly button. He looked up and met her gaze as he slowly kissed down her lower abdomen. Inch by inch, he got closer. Alexis opened her mouth but could only gasp as his hand caressed her through her pants. He kissed an inch above her clitoris. Her breath came in ragged gasps. This had to stop. She had to say something.

Finally, his lips reached their destination. He smiled up at her, holding her gaze, and pressed his lips against her pants. Even through the fabric, the sensation was electric. She closed her eyes and moaned.

It felt so good, but she couldn't let it go any further. Tom's hand moved to the waistband of her pants. She put her feet on the edge of the table and pushed her ass into the air to make it easier for him to take off her pants. He pulled them down to her knees but left her panties in place. He pulled off her sneakers one at a time.

"There is still time to stop," she told herself. He removed her white athletic socks.

"It's time to stop this," the voice in her head insisted as he pulled her pants off and dropped them on the floor of the cafe. The cafe her husband had helped her open. He had built the oak table she was lying on. She remembered him carving their initials on the side where Tom stood. If he lowered his eyes from her panty-clad pussy, he'd see "MW + AW" carved in the wood.

But he didn't lower his eyes. He grasped the sides of her panties and ripped them in half in one swift motion. He stared at her beautiful wet pussy with hungry eyes. He could smell her arousal. He liked that she kept a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair pointing to her pussy. He licked his lips as he looked at her thick outer labia. It was the most enticing sight he'd ever seen.

He grabbed her thighs and repositioned her so her entrance was at the edge of the table. He knelt, looking up at Alexis. She spread her legs apart to give him better access as her conscience weakly reminded her she was married and couldn't allow this to happen.

He placed a hand on either side of her and gently pulled her brown labia open to reveal her delicate pink folds. He inhaled her scent deeply. He slowly leaned his head forward, maintaining eye contact. He puckered his lips and ever so gently gave her clitoris a little peck.

Alexis gasped, closing her eyes. She threw her head back. Then, in a voice so low and quiet no one could hear it, she whispered, "No... we ... should ... stop."

That was all the protest she could muster as she submitted to Tom. Her lust won out.

Tom lapped at her engorged clit with a broad, flat tongue. She tasted exceptional, better than his wife and even better than Sara and Emma. He listened to her moan with pleasure, the sound fueling his own desire. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her moans dropped an octave, almost becoming growls.

He continued the rhythmic flicking of his tongue as he ran his thick finger between her labia. She was so wet that his finger was fully lubricated in seconds. He slowly penetrated her married pussy with his ring finger.

"OH! TOM!" she cried, biting the back of her hand to muffle her screams. Calling her friend's husband's name while he pleasured her made the cheating more real. She tightly shut her eyes as if by not seeing him or speaking his name, the cheating wouldn't be real. It was just a dream. But there was no denying how real the pleasure was.

Tom was amazed at how quickly and easily she submitted to him. He worked his finger slowly in and out, penetrating deeper than her husband's cock could. He curled it, massaging the front wall of her vagina while his tongue maintained a perfect tempo on her clit. He varied the pressure, creating waves of pleasure. Alexis could feel her first orgasm in months swelling inside her.

In her struggle to remain silent, she bit her hand hard enough to draw blood. She moaned in pain, moving her hand from her mouth to grip the edge of the table. Her knuckles were white as she held on for dear life. Her back arched as all her muscles tensed. She shrieked and howled as her friend's husband propelled her towards the most intense orgasm of her life.

Tom inserted his middle finger alongside his ring finger. Alexis's body clenched tightly. Her head fell back as her eyes shot open. Her body went rigid, then began to shake violently like she was undergoing an exorcism. She screamed like a banshee as her orgasm hit. Her lungs emptied but her orgasm didn't stop. Her fingernails dug into the wood of the table. Her vision started going black at the edges. Her mind went blank, and her body went limp. Her feet slid off the table, dangling in the air.

She awoke a minute later. Looking up, she saw Tom with a smile and her fluids from ear to ear. He unbuttoned his uniform shirt, revealing a thicket of brown and gray chest hair covering his well-developed pecs. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, watching intently as he undressed. He opened his shirt fully, revealing his abs. He didn't have a six-pack but was strong and lean. His body hair thinned to a narrow trail from his belly button to his pants.

Alexis hopped off the table, but her legs were like Jell-O. Tom caught her easily, holding her upright. He squatted slightly, wrapping his arms around her. He stood up, bringing her face-to-face. He kissed her passionately. She could taste herself on his lips. She loved it.

Breaking off the kiss, she stared into his eyes. "That was the best orgasm of my life," she told him gratefully. "Now, put me down so I can return the favor."

Tom set her on her feet and slowly let go while she regained her footing. She looked up at Tom with a wicked smile, unbuckling his belt. She licked her lips as she unzipped his pants. She threw his pants to the floor and ran her fingers along the bulge in his boxer briefs, still not fully believing he could be that gifted. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.

She wanted to pull off his boxers but was intimidated by his size. She decided to take her time even as her body ached for his cock. She ran her fingers through his chest hair. On her tiptoes, she took his nipple into her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she savored his musky scent. Her lust for him intensified. She wanted to bathe in his scent.

She was overwhelmed by his raw masculinity: his size, strength, confidence, and dominance. The way he took his time, completely in control of himself and the situation. She loved the feeling of his chest hair against her cheek and the fact that she strained on her tiptoes to reach his nipple. She loved the feeling of his large hand resting on her back, covering a quarter of it. She was equal parts excited and scared at the hardness pressing against her stomach.

She kissed down his body, her hands tracing the muscles of his well-built torso. Tom groaned appreciatively. Alexis moved as slowly as she could but quickly found herself on her knees, his bulge at eye level. She looked up at Tom with trepidation.

He gave a reassuring smile and nodded for her to continue.

She grasped his waistband, her core throbbing. Leaning back on her heels, she slowly pulled his boxers down, her eyes fixed on the beast she was uncaging. First, she revealed that area above his groin. She was pleasantly surprised to see he shaved -- something he started doing at Emma's encouragement. Then she revealed the thick base of his cock. Alexis gulped hard, and the flames inside her reached higher. Inch by inch, she exposed his thick, veiny shaft. Her breathing became ragged as her anxiety and arousal spiked. Finally, she reached the tip. She hesitated a moment, gathering courage, then quickly yanked his boxers to his ankles.

His hard cock sprang free. Alexis flinched, almost losing her balance. She stared at his cock slack-jawed. Her desire and apprehension soared. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear.

"I've never seen one like ... Never been with someone so ... I'm sorry, I don't know if I can..." she stammered as a drop of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth.

Tom gently stroked her cheek, tilting her head up to meet his gaze

"I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt you," he said reassuringly. "I will be gentle ... at first," he added, smirking.

Reassured, she leaned closer, slowly reaching for his cock like it was a wild animal she was trying not to spook.

She gingerly wrapped her hand around his shaft. She immediately registered the thickness, much thicker than her husband or dildo. Then, she noticed the weight. This was a serious piece of equipment, not a toy. Finally, she felt the hardness. She hadn't even done anything, and it was rock-hard. Her pussy ached, desperate to be filled.

She wrapped her other hand around him, slowly stroking from base to tip. Tom groaned. She moved one hand to his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them while she stroked his shaft.

"Good girl," he moaned, bringing a smile to her face.

As she grew accustomed to his size, her confidence increased. She pointed his cock at her full lips and looked up at Tom. He smiled with anticipation. She gave it a light kiss, then flicked her tongue back and forth across the tip. Tom grunted.

She swirled her tongue around the head, wetting it thoroughly. She pushed the head of his cock into her mouth, flattening her tongue around it. She could feel the ridge where his head met his shaft, exploring it with her tongue. She suckled and then wiggled her tongue along the underside. All the while, she continued stroking his shaft and massaging his balls. She was the queen of multitasking.

Alexis was much more focused on pleasuring than trying to deep-throat him like Sara and Emma. She considered deep-throating performative, better left to porn starlets and teenagers. Besides, she didn't think she could handle deep-throating someone as thick as Tom.

"You're incredible, Lex," Tom groaned appreciatively His comment thrilled her. Her husband rarely spoke during sex.

He had fantasized about what Alexis would look like sucking his cock for a long time. Reality far surpassed fantasy. The sight of her full lips stretched around his cock was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He had never been with an Asian woman before, and he loved the contrast between her caramel skin and his own.

Alexis popped his cockhead out of her mouth and focused on the ultra-sensitive underside, licking and sucking. When she reached the base, she took his balls, one at a time, into her mouth.

All hesitation had left her body. She was giving her full effort. Tom groaned as her tongue tickled each ball as she sucked them into her mouth. He loved the lurid, loud, slurping noises she made; her tongue skills were elite.

Alexis licked and sucked her way back up his shaft. She loved how his thick veins felt on her tongue. She mapped each vein with her tongue. When she reached the head, she was rewarded with beads of precum. She licked the first drop from his tip, then nursed more from the source. Her moans were muffled by his cock. Her pussy ached to experience his cum.

Tom rarely came from just oral, but he could feel a large load building. Alexis's hands and mouth were bringing him more pleasure than his wife or mistresses ever had.

"Fuck, Lex. You're good at that," he moaned. "So much better than..." he trailed off, not wanting to mention another woman's name in her presence.

Tom's words stoked the fire in Alexis. The allusion to his wife sent a thrill through her body. She smiled and intensified her efforts. Her right hand squeezed his balls while her left pumped his shaft. Her tongue massaged his cock head.

"Oh God, Lex. You gotta stop before I cum. I want to fuck you first," he groaned, stepping back from her.

Alexis whimpered and pouted as he pulled his cock from her mouth, but her smile quickly returned as she thought about him thrusting his hard cock into her. She imagined his large hands mauling her breasts and slapping her ass.

Tom paused to catch his breath. Alexis stared at his hard cock, dripping with her saliva. The fact that she had caused a man -- who wasn't her husband -- to become so aroused thrilled her. Her body craved his, but she couldn't wait. He aroused her too much. She brought her hand to her clitoris and gently stroked herself, moaning loudly. Her other hand went to her breast, pinching her nipple.

Tom watched in awe as the beautiful Filipina openly masturbated at the sight of his cock. The sight of this stunning married woman so lost in passion made his cock twitch. She started moaning his name over and over, "Oh, Tom! Oh, Tom! Oh, Tom!"

Tom caught his breath but couldn't bring himself to interrupt her. Her eyes glazed over; her eyelids drooped dreamily as the warm sensations took over. Her fingers moved faster, her hips bucked provocatively.

Tom knelt beside her, sucking her other nipple into his mouth and nibbling it. That pushed her orgasm over the edge. She screamed, body shaking as her fingers and Tom's mouth kept pushing her climax higher. She began to wobble. Tom wrapped his arms around her to keep her safe from falling. She bit Tom's shoulder, letting out a guttural moan as her climax reached its peak.

Tom swept her up in his arms. Their lips met with unbridled passion. Neither of them thought about their spouses or the world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the cafe. At this moment, they only existed for each other.

Alexis's self-induced orgasm did nothing to diminish the flames inside her. Being swept up in his strong arms only stoked them. She needed Tom inside her. She needed to be filled, first by his cock, then by his seed. She broke from their kiss and looked at Tom.

"Please," was all she could say as she begged like a Dickensian waif. She was completely consumed by the need for his body. Desperation was an understatement. Her eyes welled up. She was going to cry if he didn't fill her soon.

Tom laid her on the oak table her husband had crafted, positioning her on her back with her hips at the edge. He stood at the end of the table. Alexis made a show of raising her legs straight up and pointing her toes at the ceiling. She then slowly spread them apart until she reached a full split, with each foot pointed straight out to the sides.

Her show of flexibility made Tom growl. He looked at her perfect pussy spread wide open for him. He saw how wet she was. He took his cock and rested it on her pubis. Alexis gasped when she saw that it had almost reached her belly button.

Tom hesitated, then leaned back. He nestled the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He slid it up and down. He teased her swollen clit making her mewl. The nearness was exquisite torture. Her face flushed crimson, a silent plea on her lips. She could barely breathe, let alone speak.

Alexis was on fire. It felt like she would explode. She couldn't contain this level of desire. It was pure agony to have Tom's cock so close but not inside her. Her face and chest were blushing bright red. She wanted to tell him to hurry up, but she couldn't form words. She whimpered pathetically.

He lined his cock up. He pushed forward. Her lips stretched until the head of his cock pushed inside her. Alexis shivered and moaned with relief. Tom paused as her body adjusted and stretched.

As her body adjusted, her need intensified. She whimpered. Tom understood and pushed deeper into her. A dreamy, relieved look washed over her face, and she smiled. Tom slowly withdrew and then pushed forward. Alexis moaned. She raised her head, watching as he slowly fed his cock to her hungry pussy.

She marveled at his thick cock stretching her pussy lips. The sensation overwhelmed her. If she wasn't experiencing it, she wouldn't have believed it was possible. She felt tight and filled, even though he only had a few inches inside her. Every inch inside her was like a balm on her burning need.

She observed the concentration on his face. He was putting all his focus on not hurting her while trying to control the desire to fuck her hard and fast. It was working. She felt no pain in accepting him.

Tom slowly worked his cock into her tight pussy. He savored her softness. She was like silk. She was tighter than any woman before. At least, he thought so; he could barely remember any women before her. With half his length inside her, it was agonizing not to just force his whole cock into her, but he knew that would hurt her. He would not allow himself to do that.

She cooed and mewled as she welcomed more of his cock. She felt more complete, more satisfied than her husband ever made her feel. Looking down, she saw half his cock still outside her.

"Oh, Tom," she panted. "You feel incredible. I want all of you. Please..."

Tom withdrew almost completely, then deliberately, he pushed forward. Alexis watched his cock disappear one inch at a time. With the first inch, she thought about her betrayal of her husband. She forgave herself because he put her in this situation as the second inch went in. The third inch brought a pang for Carol, but as the fourth slid in, she saw only Tom, a perfect figure of masculinity. By the fifth inch, all thought vanished, consumed by pure sensation.

Closing her eyes, she lost track of everything. She felt the flames of her passion stoked by Tom's rigid length. It filled her so tightly that she believed she could feel individual veins on his shaft. She clutched the table. Her moans and grunts filled the room. She felt the seeds of an orgasm beginning to grow deep inside her.

Just then, she felt Tom lean forward sighing. He rested his hands on the table. Alexis opened her eyes, looking down. His cock was completely inside her. She couldn't believe she had taken him all and that it felt so right. It felt like she was made specifically for him. She belonged in this moment. Her place in the universe was wrapped around him.

Tom smiled and growled. He knew the agony was over, and his pleasure was at hand. He grabbed each of her thighs. He stood up straight, lifting her ass several inches off the table. Alexis anticipated what was next.

"Oh, Tom, take me. Make me yours. I want you to. I need you t..." her voice stopped as she felt Tom pull back.

Tom pushed forward, filling her. Alexis's back arched, her shoulders the only part touching the table. At this angle, Tom touched parts of her she didn't know existed. She breathed in sharply before moaning gutturally.

Tom slowly pumped his cock in and out. He grunted with each stroke, amazed at how good she felt. For a moment, he considered that he was betraying his wife. The fact that it was her best friend made it worse. After Emma left, he thought he might be able to go back to being loyal. But he couldn't. He knew he should feel guilty, but at this moment, all he could feel was pleasure. This was his natural state.

At this angle, Tom hit Alexis's G-spot with every thrust. She was overwhelmed. Waves of pleasure washed over her. She surrendered herself to it completely. It was like being pulled out by a riptide.

Tom thrust harder and harder. He glistened with sweat. The sound of their bodies wetly slapping together filled the room, combined with his rough grunts, her delicate whimpers, and the table creaking.

"OH, FUCK! TOM!" she screamed as she felt her orgasm beginning to bloom.

"You're so fucking good. You are so much better..." she trailed off, not wanting to say her husband's name, feeling a twinge of guilt. Tom pounded her with increased zeal, clearing her conscience.

"FUCK! YOU'RE BETTER THAN MAX!" she cried.

The sound of his name instantly outraged him. He poured his anger into her, pounding her with everything he had. Sweat flew off his body with each violent stroke. Alexis shrieked with ecstasy.

Tom's relentless assault, coupled with the reminder that she was cheating on her awful husband, sent her over the edge. Her pussy convulsed and squeezed Tom's cock. She dug her nails into the table as every muscle in her body tensed. Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through her more violently than anything she had ever experienced.

As her climax subsided, Tom slowed. He leaned down and picked her up into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He stroked her cheek and kissed her softly.

The kiss brought her back from the afterglow. She returned his kiss and pulled back, her eyes filled with tears of joy and gratitude. "Thank you, Tom," she whispered. I don't know what to say, but thank you."

"Show me how thankful you are," he demanded as he lay on the table with her straddling him.

He was still deep inside her As he lay down, she sunk on his cock deeper than before. It forced the air from her lungs, making her quiver.

Kneeling over him, she ground her hips into him. With each movement, his cock hit virgin spots inside her. She put her hands on his hairy chest and pushed herself upright. Straddling Tom reminded her of riding a horse, feeling all the power and strength between her legs.

She slowly bounced up and down on his cock. Tom cupped her breasts. The moment he touched them, a shock of electricity went through her. They hadn't received nearly enough attention. He guided her to bend lower so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth as she rode him. She moaned as her pleasure doubled.

She loved the feeling of his rough mustache against her delicate skin. His stubble, whiskers, teeth, and rough hands on her soft, smooth breasts felt exquisite. She panted as he mauled her breasts.

"Oh God, your mouth feels so good. Your cock feels so good," she purred.

Tom released her nipple. "Fuck you feel amazing. Your pussy is so much tighter than Carol's," he moaned.

Alexis knew being compared to Carol should make her feel guilty, but it only made her hotter. She wanted to fuck Tom better than his wife ever did. The thought stoked the flames inside her.

Alexis sat up straight and bounced up and down on Tom's cock with increased vigor. Her breasts jiggled when she crashed down, impaling herself on his cock. She arched her back and ran her fingers through her hair. She put on a show for Tom.

Tom was captivated by the beautiful woman riding his cock. Her body was flawless, every inch perfectly toned. Tom watched the way her abs and thighs flexed with each stroke, the barely perceptible jiggle of her ass. Her full lips pouted each time his cock filled her. Her lustrous black hair bounced like a shampoo commercial.

He stroked her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips. She sucked it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it like a cock in her mouth.

Tom lifted his thumb from her mouth and lowered it to her clit, gently rubbing it. Alexis moaned.

"Oh fuck, Tom. You're the best I've ever had. You're going to make me cum again. Max never makes me cum like this," she moaned, stoking his passion.

Tom bucked his hips to match her strokes. It was more than she could handle. She leaned forward, steadying herself with her hands on his chest, and looked into his eyes.

"Tom, you're so much better than Max," she whimpered, digging her nails into his chest.

"Fuck, Lex. You're so much better than Carol. You're going to make me cum soon," he growled, loving the way she was scratching his chest.

"Yes, fill me with your cum. I need every drop," she moaned, speeding up.

Alexis felt her orgasm building. The combination of his cock pounding her deep and his thumb stroking her clit promised an epic climax. The thought of her friend's husband filling her with cum thrilled her. She hadn't had sex with anyone besides her husband in over a decade. No one besides her husband had ever cum inside her. Traditions would end today just as her marriage vows had.

Tom felt his climax approaching. Alexis rode him with such passion that he couldn't hold back for long. He also couldn't believe she was so eager to submit to him and take his cum.

Alexis rode Tom with every bit of remaining strength. She felt her peak approaching. Suddenly, Tom started bucking his hips erratically.

"Oh fuck! You're making me cum," he howled.

His cock twitched inside her. Alexis slammed down, burying his cock as deep as she could. Feeling him lose control sent her spiraling into her orgasm. It was like lightning radiating from her core to every part of her body. She shook and convulsed.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," she screamed.

She felt his cock pulse as his cum surged deep inside her. He unleashed shot after shot. She could feel his warm seed filling her, extending her orgasm.

Tom roared as he pumped his cum into her. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock. He kept cumming with a week's worth of cum. She kept milking every drop from him.

Alexis collapsed on Tom's chest. He wrapped his arms around her. They lay intertwined for several minutes.

As Tom's cock softened inside her, Alexis noticed that even limp; he filled her better than her husband.

As her post-orgasm glow faded, Alexis expected to feel guilty about what had just happened, but she felt nothing but satisfaction and gratitude to Tom for giving her what she needed. She wanted to express her profound gratitude.

She rolled off him and whimpered when his cock left her pussy. She helped Tom off the table. She held his limp cock and led him through the yoga studio to the showers.

She started the water and waited for it to warm. She opened a cabinet with her private bathing products. She escorted Tom into the warm spray.

She lathered up a loofa and gently washed Tom, starting with his shoulders, down his muscular back, and lingering on his toned ass. She turned him around and continued, soaping his scratched chest and caressing his flat stomach. She knelt before him and slowly cleaned his cock, giving special attention to his balls.

His cocked stirred. A wide smile grew across Alexis's face. She rinsed away the soap suds. She took the head into her mouth and sucked it. She massaged his balls until he was fully erect.

Standing, she turned off the water and led him out of the shower. She placed a towel on the ground. She submissively got down on all fours in front of him. She placed her chest on the towel with her hands resting under her chin. She seductively swayed her ass, presenting herself to him.

Tom knelt behind her and entered her with one long stroke. Tom fucked her slowly, savoring every moment. Alexis felt bliss as he fucked her in her favorite position. They continued in this position until they both came, and Alexis received another load of cum deep inside her.

After completion, Alexis finished washing Tom in the shower before washing herself. Outside the shower, Alexis dried Tom off one body part at a time. As she delicately dried his cock, it started to stir, but neither of them had the energy.

Alexis kissed him and whispered, "Next time." The thought of a next time made his cock twitch. They both laughed it off even as the idea stoked their desire.

Alexis retrieved his clothes and dressed him. As she buttoned his shirt, he asked her if she ever did this for her husband.

Looking into his eyes, she answered honestly, "Never."

Tom, though hard, maintained control. Alexis went back to dry herself and get dressed. Tom looked around. He caught his reflection in the yoga studio mirrors. He looked long and hard at himself while deciding his next move.

He exhaled slowly as he began re-staging the crime scene. He swept up the broken glass and moved it inside the window. He rehung the paintings on the wall and uprighted the chairs. He took a crowbar from his vehicle and pried open the safe. He grabbed the cash and told Alexis he'd hold it until after the police finished with the scene.

Once it was convincing enough, he pulled Alexis tight to him and kissed her passionately. She thanked him. She knew breaking the law was difficult for him and was so grateful.

As he left, Tom said, "Until next time."

Alexis's pussy throbbed at the idea as she felt his cum leaking from her pussy into her yoga pants. Her hands trembled as she dialed the police.