Don zipped his suitcase and raced down his front stairs. He was late for his Uber. When be got to the street, he was taken aback. According to the App, there should have been a guy named Ahmed waiting for him in a beige Prius. Rather, a woman stood impatiently next to a silver Bentley Flying Spur.

“Don?” the woman asked.

“Um, yeah…Are you my Uber?”

“Yes,” the woman said in accented English. “Ahmed was…detained. I’m Aphrodite.”

As Don reached the car, he realized the woman was gorgeous. She had long, auburn hair and crystal blue eyes. She was tall and dressed in a white frock that managed to both conceal everything and nothing at all. He fought the urge to stare at her obviously braless tits. She had the legs of an athlete, which were well displayed by the bias cut of the dress, and her gold gladiator-style sandals.

They set off to the airport at breakneck speed. Well, he thought, she’ll get the ticket, not me.

“Don,” she said in her enticing accent. “You are headed to Seattle on business, yes?”

He answered unconsciously, distracted as he was by both the beauty and utter recklessness of the driver.

“A conference, yes?” Aphrodite said, more telling than asking. She must be giving rides to a lot of people headed to the conference, he thought.

“And you are excited to be with a co-worker, yes?” She probed further. Don hesitated. He figured something was lost in translation.

“Um…sure.”

“Emily, is it not?” she asked as she wove recklessly through traffic.

“Wait … how do you know — “

“I know many things, Don,” Aphrodite said, cutting him off. “I know that you think of Emily all the time. I know that you want to fuck her. I am correct, no?”

“No!” Don protested. “I don’t know where you are getting all this, lady!”

“You did not pull on that fat loukinika sausage of yours just last night, as you imagined fucking petite Emily on your hotel bed? I think it is best that you be honest with me.”

Don was shocked. His heart beat in his ears. How the fuck…?

“This is crazy! I’m married! She’s married!”

Aphrodite laughed. “These notions of total fidelity that you moderns have is so absurd! You throw away so much joy for no reason!”

“Don,” Aphrodite continued as she took the airport exit ramp at ninety miles an hour, “I am here to help. I am the goddess of love — and lust — after all. I will visit you again, soon,” she said as she screeched to a halt. “Now get out. Please give our friend Ahmed five stars.”

Don worked through security and boarded the plane in a shocked stupor. His brow was moist with sweat by the time he got to his seat in First Class. The flight attendant handed him a boxed water. He stared out the window at nothing in particular, alternating from thinking about the bizarre encounter he had just had, with thinking about Emily. That freaky lady Aphrodite had one thing right: he totally wanted to fuck Emily Smith. He thought of little else.

[We will be closing the cabin doors and reviewing our safety procedures. Please…]

“This seat is available, no?” A deep voice interrupted Don’s day dream.

Don turned to see a strapping man in his mid-twenties standing, completely nude, in the aisleway. He was layered in sculpted muscles. A set of shaved cock and balls stood at full, swollen attention. It was difficult for Don to avert his eyes from the eight inches of well-veined steel that pointed in his direction.

“Hello, Don,” the man said as he took a seat. “It’s Aphrodite.”

Don uttered nothing, but his expression conveyed his astonishment and confusion.

“Actually, it’s Aphrodite and Jake. I’m — this body — is Jake. Aphrodite is inside me. Sort of. It’s difficult to explain,” the naked man babbled, stroking his thick, weeping rod as he did so.

Don looked about in horror.

“Oh, no one can see me. Or hear me. But they can hear you. So keep it on the down low.”

“Do you have to keep doing that?” Don whispered, nodding in the direction of Jake’s fist moving slowly up and down his prodigious prick.

“That’s me doing that, Don. Jake’s thing is just too perfect to keep my hands — er, his hands — off of it.”

Don had not thought, until that moment, that he could be more confused. They seemed to understand his need for explanation.

“Aphrodite plucked me from this totally awesome threesome I was having with this couple from Montreal. I was topping the guy, hard, while he was eating out his super-hot red headed girlfriend, and I was just on the edge and thinking I’d pull out and blast her pretty face, and then, wham, Aphrodite snatched me. So until she drops me back in that guy’s ass, I’m like this.”

Don’s jaw slacked in amazement.

“Yeah,” the gorgeous moron yammered on, “I’ll fuck anything. With all this going on,” he said, gesturing to his spectacular body using his available hand. "I figure I’m here to please. Fuck, that stewardess his hot —

“Shit, right. Sorry. I’m not big on focusing. What I want to say… I mean, what Aphrodite wants me to say, is: you gotta gift, man. You have a dick. And people want to get filled up with it. This Emily chick that you are hot for — she wants dick. And you should give her yours. It’s an obligation. You offend the gods if you walk away from that.”

Jake seemed proud of himself that he had completed his assignment, though clearly the Aphrodite inside him was guiding him along.

“Don. Listen to our young horny friend. I will see you again in another form, soon.”

And with that, the young Adonis and his oozing prick were gone. Presumably, he was once again balls-deep in his bi-threesome. As soon as the plane reached altitude, Don slipped into a restless, dream-laden sleep. When he awoke on the descent, he wondered if it had all been a dream. He worked his way through the dumpy maze that was the Seattle airport. He boarded the underground train and did a double-take.

Perched on the ledge at the back of the train was a pretty Asian girl. She was staring at Don with her big brown eyes, her full lips forming a seductive “O.” A pair of faded cut-off shorts hung from one of her black Converse sneakers. A skimpy red camisole had been pushed below her pert medium-sized breasts. Her hands were busy. One was thrusting in and out of her shaved pussy, while the other squeezed her breast, sometimes pinching and twisting her nipples. Long raven braids swayed in time to her violent masturbation.

“Aphrodite, I presume,” Don said, walking toward the young, lusty brunette.

“She is beautiful, no? This is Kimmy Park. Until moments ago, she and a couple of her cheerleader friends were experimenting behind the gymnasium. Oh, Don, you are so hard. I would let you take her — she wants to be taken — but this is not our purpose, today,” Aphrodite explained as she apparently relaxed her assault. The girl’s hands slowed to a gentle fondling.

“Oh, my fucking god! I’m so fucking horny. This Greek bitch really knows how to jill. Let’s get this over with so I can get back to having Jane and Tammy’s tongues competing over my ass and cunt,” the young beauty said between gasps.

Don stood, dumbstruck, wishing he could drop to his knees and gobble up the delicious pussy in front of him. He felt his stiff cock twitch through the pocket of his dress slacks.

“You are a handsome guy, Don. What are you, early thirties?” Kimmy asked without waiting for an answer. “I love older guys. They know what they are doing. And, if you give them your ass and call them ‘Daddy,’ they can be very generous.

“Truth is,” she continued, “I love younger guys, too. And girls. And there is this super hot lady gym teacher that fucks like a goddam champ. But here’s my point: most of us like to fuck, Don. And I don’t mean just horny Korean girls, like me. I mean women. All women. We want it. We want it bad. And that Emily of yours, she wants it, too.

“Until a couple years ago, I was a lonely, nerdy Asian chick with thick glasses and a stick body. And then at sixteen, I got these tits and this round Asian booty, and suddenly the world opened up. My accented English wasn’t a problem as long as I spoke the language of love. And I speak that now, all the time, if you know what I mean.”

Poof! She was gone. Only Don’s raging hard-on remained as evidence of her visit. He took a Lyft to the hotel. He expected a visit from Aphrodite for the whole forty minute journey. He checked into the hotel, thinking he was likely going insane.

“Mr. Daniels,” the clerk said, “I almost forgot. A Ms. Smith left a note for you.” The clerk slipped a hotel envelope across the desk.

Don tore open the envelope before he even reached the elevator.

Don! I arrived this morning. I’m playing tourist at Pike Place Market. Meet me at the bar at The Pink Door at 5:00. XOXO Emily.

The note was very innocent, but Don lingered over the “XOXO” like he was a middle-schooler. Did she really mean hugs and kisses? And what kind of hugs and what kind of kisses?

“Aaah!” Don startled as he swung open the hotel room door. Standing next to the bed was a seventy-something man in a disturbingly short paisley bathrobe. He was sporting an unlit cigar and a yamaka sitting precariously on his mostly bald head.

“Don, come in. Come in, boychick. Very nice room! You get a corporate rate?” the man said in a New York accent.

Don dropped his bag in exasperation.

“Aphrodite?!”

“Yeah, that shiksa goddess is in here somewhere. I wish I was in her, if you know what I mean! I’m Sol. That hot little number pulled me from quite the smooch-session with Dottie Rabinowitz. Oooh, that chicken can kiss. And when she takes her teeth out — oy, she gives the best blow job in the entire Rubenstein Elder Care Facility!”

Sol walked up to Don and grabbed a bit of cheek between his thumb and forefinger.

“Miss Greek Tits and Ass is playing at being a yenta. She wants me to give you a message. I can’t believe a handsome, virile man such as yourself would need it, but here goes: You really need to schtup this Emily girl. Stop pussyfooting around!

“I was married for fifty-three years to my dear wife, Ruth. Baruch HaShem. We were the happiest couple anyone ever saw. Three tremendous kids. You know how we stayed so happy?”

Don shook his head.

“Because we fucked around! That’s how! I’ve been in the rag trade since I was a schmetzel. Never met a model I didn’t try to schtup. Banged a solid thirty, forty percent. Mickey Mantle kind of numbers. And the wife! We went through gardeners like water! She liked ‘em big and black. Oh yeah, more than once I arrived home to find my sweet Ruth with a big schvatsa schlong buried in her little knish.”

Don stared, dumbfounded.

“Here’s the thing,” Sol continued, “you don’t fuck, and a person gets resentful. And that shit eats up a marriage. You gotta fuck, Don. You gotta fuck this Emily. Because if you don’t, you’re going to be resentful. You don’t want that. Your wife doesn’t want that. Get that nice thick putz of yours revved up and screw Emily into next Thursday. For the good of your marriage!”

Don was very pleased when the Sol apparition vanished just as his robe was about to fall open. Phew. I really didn’t want to see that.

Don checked his watch. It was four-fifteen. It was just enough time to freshen-up and walk over to the Market. He walked along Pike Street in his new Canali jacket. He felt good. His cock stirred as he thought of Aphrodite, her minions, and Emily. Were they right? Should he make a move? With each stride, his conviction shifted. Yes! Make a move. She has dropped tons of hints. No! Don’t be a creep! Don’t risk your marriage and reputation.

Don turned and walked up Post Alley. He passed boutiques and restaurants, and dodged tourists, as he made his way. As he crossed Pine Street he did a double-take. There, leaning against a wrought-iron fence that guarded a French bistro was a woman smoking a cigarette. Her designer wrap dress was open. Ah, Aphrodite again, Don quickly realized.

“Hello, Don. You are so close now, no? The woman of your recent dreams is just a block away. Are you ready?” the woman said as she raised her face to the sky and blew a cloud of tobacco smoke. She had shoulder length silver hair that highlighted her pale blue eyes. She was, perhaps, past her prime, but still quite beautiful, with the structured face of a model. In her Louboutin heels, she was nearly as tall as Don. Don guessed she was in her early fifties.

“Is that…cum?” Don asked, no longer amazed at the forms Aphrodite took. The woman’s button front bra was open, and her black lace panties were curled around her right ankle. Dripping from her lovely large breasts was a copious amount of musky smelling spunk. The same was true of her very tailored pussy.

“Yes, Don, a lot of it.” The woman ran a finger through a large dollop barely clinging to her left breast and brought it to her lips. She then repeated the maneuver, this time offering her fingers to Don.

“Thanks, but no thanks, Aphrodite,” Don said.

“No, that’s straight-up, me,” the woman said as she tasted her second treat. “I’m Melinda. Our Greek friend here nabbed me in the middle of a pretty fantastic quickie with a couple of interns. One second you are being double-teamed in a parking garage, and the next minute — Wait, where the fuck am I?

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. Those youngsters will probably be hard again by the time I pop back. Let’s get to it.

“I love to fuck, Don. I love cock. And because of that, I cheat. And, for every woman I know well enough to talk about such things, it’s the same. And you know what? If you don’t fuck Emily, someone else is going to take advantage of all the flirting you have done, and bang that pre-soaked pussy for you.

“Oh, Don,” Melinda said as she leaned in to kiss him with her cum-glazed lips, “I’d fuck you. Look me up if Emily doesn’t work out.”

Don was left pursing his lips against thin air. With a new conviction, Don paced quickly to The Pink Door. He walked down the stairwell, waved at the host, and strode through the dining room to the small bar. There, at the last stool, was Emily. She had saved a rare place at the bar, and protected herself from suitors, with the placement of her bag on the stool next to her.

When Emily saw Don she climbed down from the stool before he could stop her. He couldn’t help but ogle her short but shapely legs as she did so. She was wearing a tailored red linen dress with a hem too high and a neckline too low for just having a drink with a colleague. She was tiny, but beautifully proportioned. She possessed a perfect handful of everything.

Emily’s smile drew him into a hug, which lingered. Don felt the warmth of her tight embrace as well as her breasts pressed against his abdomen. She looked up at him with her coal-black eyes and dimpled face. The dusting of freckles across the bridge of her ski-jump nose was enough to make him crazy, alone. Over Emily’s shoulder, Don saw Aphrodite sitting on the bar, giving him a stern but encouraging look.

“Nagroni?” Emily asked as she broke the embrace.

“Sure,” Don said as he held up two fingers to the bartender and nodded toward Emily’s mostly empty glass.

Emily described her afternoon, but he struggled to listen. Details about a ferry ride, the original Starbucks, and tossed salmon, barely penetrated Don’s consciousness. Instead, the details of her face, the sound of her laugh, the way her dress rode up her thigh, and a dozen other details, clouded her words.

“I hear the seafood pasta is really good here. Should we get a table?” Emily asked. Don gulped. He felt his heart rate rise. He glanced around the room, searching for Aphrodite. She had vanished.

“No,” Don said with a hint of a crack in his voice. “I have another idea. Room service.”

Emily looked at him curiously. She tilted her head as if trying to force his words to make sense.

“I think you and I should go back to my hotel room and get room service,” Don said with a smile. Fuck. I don’t think she gets it. Or maybe she does and she’ll report me to HR.

Emily tilted her head the other way. He could see her mind turning. Then she suddenly gulped down the rest of her drink. “Check, please!” she shouted as she placed her small hand on Don’s muscular thigh.

Once the check was paid, Don took Emily by the hand and pulled her through the bar, up the stairs, then up the steep brick-clad hill of the Market. The closer they got to the hotel, the faster they went, until they were nearly running. Somehow, they had decided that it would be Emily that would host “room service.” Don spent the longest ten minutes of his life pretending to be interested in the lobby furniture before he headed to Emily’s room.

Emily greeted him with a beaming smile. As soon as the door was closed, Don pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. Emily returned the kiss, wantonly pushing her tongue into Don’s hungry mouth. When at last they broke their embrace, Don crouched to grasp the hem of her red dress. Emily once again smiled broadly, and raised her arms over her head, easing the transference from stylishly dressed professional to lingerie model.

Out of the corner of his eye, Don sensed someone in the room. Not at all surprised, he glanced to see Aphrodite in a club chair. She had pulled her long, toned legs over the arms, and was rubbing her goddess clit. Somehow, this heightened Don’s passion, and he grasped Emily by the neck and pushed her against the wall, once more. Emily’s low moan indicated a firm hand was appreciated. He slowly pushed his free hand under the elastic of her lavender lace panties and along her closely trimmed mound. Emily gasped. Her eyes said, keep going. Aphrodite whispered from the corner, “Keep going.”

Don did, until his fore and middle fingers reached Emily’s shaved lips. She was already wet. Emily mewed and nodded her head as much as Don’s grip allowed. He withdrew his hand and offered his moistened fingers to Emily’s bee-sting lips. She opened and accepted his lewd gift with equally lewd enthusiasm, sucking his fingers with relish. The corners of Don’s mouth curled ever so slightly, pleased with his own power.

Emily then swept her hand up with the speed and skill of a martial artist, springing Don’s hand from her throat and granting Emily his wrist. With a twist and a pull he was suddenly being led toward the king sized bed. To Don’s shock, Sol stood next to the window, a smirk sneaking past his cigar. He was giving Don a vigorous thumbs up. Meanwhile, Emily was wriggling out of her lavender demi-bra and panties with the hurried skill of a teenage girl trying to sneak in a quick jill before church.

Don looked down upon a vision, the object of his desire for more than a year, naked and spread out before him. Her legs were stretched wide and her arms were curled behind her head of long, dark hair. He peeled off his Canali and then stripped the rest proudly. In the corner, Melinda exhaled a blue cloud of smoke. She gave an approving nod as Don’s thick seven-incher reached its full potential.

Don lay astride Emily, kissing her lips and neck, then quickly slid lower. He had dreamed of eating-out his pretty co-worker from the first moment he had met her. He could not gather the patience for any more foreplay. Emily didn’t mind, wrapping her firm thighs around Don’s head the moment his tongue met her pussy.

Don licked, lapped, and lightly sucked, in earnest. Emily responded with enthusiasm, grabbing his head and arching into his hardworking mouth. An inserted finger sent her over the edge in short order.

“Dooooooon!” Emily moaned. “Yesssss!”

She spasmed spectacularly and clenched Don’s head so tightly between her thighs he had a brief moment of panic. At last, she released him and twisted away into an over-stimulated ball. Don wiped away her juice with the back of his hand. He looked at Aphrodite, quite full of himself.

“Yes, Don. Yes. Take her. Take what is yours,” Aphrodite said.

Don rolled and pulled Emily to all fours. She looked back at him with a still hungry stare. Don cupped her round cheeks in his hands and positioned his throbbing cock at her naked cunni, then pushed his head past her smooth lips.

“Aaaaah,” Emily sighed as Don worked his way in to the hilt with ever lengthening thrusts.

“That’s it Don! Share your gift,” a man’s voice said. Rather than Sol, it was Jake. Like himself, Jake was kneeling behind a lovely behind. This one belonged to Kimmy Park.

“Yeah, Dummy. And you better put your gift to work, or that old guy with the ugly robe is getting this kimchi pussy instead of you,” Kimmy said before groaning when Jake’s rod hit home.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Don’s groin and balls made satisfying contact with Emily’s pussy in a steady rhythm.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Emily grunted on the downbeat. “You’re. Gonna. Make. Me. Cum. A-gain.”

Don grabbed Emily’s hips and raised the pace and force of his thrusts. Around him, his visions were also getting busy. Kimmy and Jake were matching Don and Emily in doggy, stroke for stroke. Aphrodite’s hand was moving at god-like speed against her pussy. And to Don’s delight, Melinda was kneeling in front of a very happy Sol, sucking his cock.

“She’s no Dottie Rabinowitz, but she’ll do,” Sol said with a wink.

Don felt Emily tighten on his shaft, and that sensation flipped the switch in his brain to full animal. He reached down and grabbed Emily by both wrists. He roughly pulled her arms out from under her, causing Emily’s face and tits to fall to the sheets. He then shifted his weight back and yanked Emily from the mattress once more. He fucked her like a jackhammer, triggering first hers, and then his own, orgasm.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Don moaned over Emily’s simultaneous groans. He shot load after load into her contracting tunnel before he collapsed on top of her, breathless. After a few minutes, their heart rates and breathing slowed.

Don rolled to Emily’s side. He felt satisfied with himself as he pushed a strand of raven hair from her face. Emily sighed, and smiled.

“Thank you, Aphrodite,” Emily said.

“You are most welcome, my dear,” Aphrodite said.

Don looked back and forth between Aphrodite and Emily.

“Wait…what?”